Death is no Friend (Google & JadedDarling)

[JadedDarling]

Once a year, during the Summer, Caralel would visit the Sheltea Isles as a vacation retreat. It was quite a popular attraction for the wealthy. As the epic center for the regional games; including gladiator fights, beast races, and contests, as well as having some of the most beautiful architecture and scenery in the land, it had plenty of amusement and pleasure to offer. It was always a relaxing month for Caralel to get away from the Palace and to visit Sheltea. A time she always looked forward to. But now she was back home, and quite glad to be so, surprisingly.

The entire time she had been away on vacation she couldn't focus on anything more than thoughts of her brother. Their bond had grown irrevocably stronger over the last year. It was wrong. Treasonably wrong. But Caralel loved him like a lover. She couldn't remember when this happened; when these feelings had developed. For they seemed to have materialized undetected until they were realized, unexpectantly. And then came the many months of trying to deny it, and trying to keep it a secret from him even in their moments of intense passion. Until one day it had slipped out, and joyfully, her brother admitted the same love in return. Since then things had been grand, and she wanted nothing else other than to be near her brother.

Which is why she found herself making a visit to the western wing of her palace home, a day after returning from Sheltea. She had been updated upon arriving and discovered that her brother had gained a new personal weapons trainer who was supposed to increase the Prince's combat skills and elevate him to a higher level of finesse. She wanted to witness for herself this new hobby of his, congratulate him in person for these successes, and most importantly simply to show her face and to let him know that she was free tonight for his private company. The secret symbol set up between the two was an ivory hair barette and a red coral ring. Caralel would wear the barette in her hair if she wanted a nightly visit, and the Prince would wear his ring if he wanted the same. The silent code had worked flawlessly between them each and every time.

A racket of clanging steel could be heard through the open halls of the western wing before Caralel even arrived on the scene. The fashion for wealthy ladies was not what you'd expect, and being the Princess, she always set the example for the entire kingdom. Their clothing was always worn light and airy, with a comfortable, feminine appeal. It was only common to have skin exposed, and the popular, desirable trend was to have a unique accent about the way it dressed. Today, Caralel's rose-colored dress hugged her young curves at all the right places. It was about seven inches too long and dragged the ground if it weren't caught and manipulated into the air, for the material was sheer and whispy enough to be blown out to sea on a good gust of wind. There was a long slit cut all the way to her thigh, high enough to reveal a buttock if grazed a few inches higher, and promptly exposed her bare leg as she walked across the mosaic tiles. It covered her chest with a sash of material that slanted up to one shoulder, leaving the other bare. Her arms were left bare as well, adorned with a couple of bangle bracelets almost too big for her dainty wrists. She had full-length hair pinned back by that ivory barrette; dark red in color, akin to the hue depth of dried blood. Whereas her eyes shined like golden dinner plates, expressively big and framed with extraordinarily long lashes.

She smiled, stepping into the weather exposed room with balconies overlooking the mountainous view. It was a large room, great for sword practice, with high ceilings that heralded sounds. She was happy to see her brother, who was caught up in a heated practice with his new mentor. Not wanting to disturb anything she remained silent, studying them.

And soon enough another girl slipped into the room, taking her place next to Caralel's side. This girl wore simpleton clothes; a dress of bland colors and crude weavings. She was barefoot, with an iron anklet signifying her slave status. But despite these, she was a very beautiful person in vibrant health. Her beauty was often compared to the Princess. And the oddity that set her apart was the snow white color of her long hair; a rare sight in these parts. Her eyes were a soft blue that often avoided direct contact. Her name was Abrial, and she leaned in close to Caralel's ear to whisper something scandalous, which put the Princess into a delighted giggle. Their subject of muse no doubt held its source upon the two men engaged in a practice session of sword skills.

 

[DomG]

Count Dominic Sinclair the Third was the name that he was going by in the court these days, letting people think that he was his own grandson so that he could of course continue to enjoy the title and the positions that he was often appointed too.

A hundred years ago he had been gifted the title of course along with some lands and a great deal of wealth by the King when he had returned as the only survivor of a battle that he had won for the kingdom.

Sixty years later he spent three decades as the assassin of the king who followed, ensuring that his political enemies were removed from any position they could be a threat at the point of a blade or with a cord around their neck.

Now he had returned thirty years later, this time to work as the dueling instructor for the young prince.

Of course no one knew about this, he avoided getting portraits made, he always waited a little while before he was seen and would make an effort to look like he aged over time, and of course most who were in the court when he returned hadn't been in attendance before.

It had been just over a hundred years ago, the king at the time had wanted more land and there had been a series of terrible and monstrous battles. The king was tied up in what be the most important battle of all but then a far younger Captain Sinclair was sent with five hundred men too delay reinforcements from reaching the opposing forces. They succeeded, they fought and died to the man though they were outnumbered nearly two to one... and Dominic himself lay bleeding out as the last living man on the battle field. He had been drenched in blood in that battle, he had killed men with everything you could every desire on that field, the last one he had drowned in the mud. His life was going to end on this insignificant little patch of land far from his home. It couldn't end this way...

And it didn't. Something had reached out to him, a old and forgotten god that had long been discarded by humanity, its final temple had once stood in that very field but eventually had broken down by the elements. Ma'al offered Dominic a chance to survive, not only to just live but to thrive for eternity so long as he was willing to give it what it desired... Dominic was a talented killer and the god wanted someone who would kill for him, so long as Dominic did this he would not only live but he would thrive with the blessings of a god. He limped home over the course of several weeks, killing as he went, regaining his strength, until he eventually stood in the court and was offered rewards for his hard work.

A little less then a month he had been employed to teach the young prince how to defend himself with sword, spear, and anything else he might have close at hand should something go wrong. Of course he wasn't just here to serve as a weapons master to the heir... he wanted to kill a member of the royal family. For over a hundred years he had served them and now he grew tired of murdering peasants, whores, and minor members of the court... he wanted to kill the prince but he wanted the prince the be able to defend himself so it will at least be interesting.

That day he was wearing silks and leather, dark grey and black being his preferred colors in this, he dressed in a manor that was practical but followed the fashions to an extent and already the prince was emulating him in his manner of dress though clearly dressing much more colorfully then his instructor did. That day the prince had been particularly insistent about wearing a certain ring though Dominic had quickly stopped that, in sword play it would really ruin a grip.

Prince Galltan had of course followed his instructions after a little but of protesting... it had struck Dominic as unusual but it didn't matter, the prince followed.

Little did Dominic know that the princess was returning that day nor did he suspect the significance of the rings, all that mattered were the lessons, trying to turn the prince from a child who would blindly swing a blade with no skill in the last into a man who knew how to carefully draw an opponent in and end them with ease.

A break had just been ordered, wine was being enjoyed as Dominic instructed Galltan about he had done wrong in their most recent bout. He was talking down to the prince a little bit, he got away with more then anyone else in the court could because he was the man who was able to strike the prince unlike any other. That was when the princess had arrived and in an instant Dominic had changed his mind, the prince didn't matter at all.

He would kill the princess, he would fuck and then kill the princess, nothing else mattered, he was drawn to her right away. Of course Dominic rose rose and bowed before her even as the prince slouched up to his own feet, tired from even the mornings sparring.

“Princess.” He greeted her smoothly, looking her over as he straightened, the prince having trouble catching his breath. His eyes were also drawn over to the girl beside the princess, a pretty little slave girl... perhaps when done with the princess he would take her home and toy with her for a little while.

 

[JadedDarling]

Abrial quickly dismissed the servant who was filling wine glasses and took upon herself to do the task. She was quiet and unobtrusive to the greetings. There were only two wine goblets, one for Galltan and one for Dominic, and she did not make an attempt to procure one for the princess, already having insight into Caralel's preferences.

But to Caralel, the lack of a third wine goblet was hopeful news. It could have meant they weren't expecting her small visit, which may explain why Galltan was not wearing the ring of interest on his finger. Her mind could have panicked at this; had he found a new lover while she had been away on vacation? It was something to keep mindful. But she remained calm and collected no matter, because both Abrial nor Dominic knew of their dirty little secret, and she wasn't going to hint them on. Caralel smiled just as fondly as ever while Galltan caught his breath.

Her eyes met Dominic's with an interested and curious glint. A new stranger; a handsome one at that, and one with famed skills and famed lineage! Abrial had been quick to point out his 'package' to Caralel in that private whisper, especially since everyone and their cousin was trying to get the royal siblings married off as soon as possible.

Caralel curtsied Dominic in return, who was first to greet her. "I hope I am not interupting the lesson?" She asked Dominic, but then turned to her flushed brother who was still catching up with his heartbeat. He had stood by now from his seated break and Caralel embraced him with a polite hug, kissing his cheek. "I've missed you brother," and she was not fibbing, either. Galltan's warmth felt good to her body as she hugged him.

Stepping back she smiled at both men, speaking to the prince, "Sheltea Isles has it's fair share of competition, but I would wager once this able Trainer is finished with you there won't be anyone worth challenging in the land!"

Then her words fell to Dominic, "I've heard stories of your grandfather, and of those before him, but I would love to hear your own accounts of those men in your heritage, as well as your own story. Perhaps we can arrange a small dinner between the two of us one day when you are not too busy whipping the breath out of my brother!" She giggled humorously.

But there was still something more to be said about Caralel, who could have been likened to a duck in the water. With a calm and cool appearance above surface, her mind was paddling fast beneath the water, worried that her brother has had a change in heart about their too-close relationship. She would find out soon, though. She was wearing the clip in her hair, and Galltan would visit her tonight if he still loved her.

Abrial touched off both their glasses with sweet wine, and tidied up the small table, keeping herself busy.

 

[DomG]

In over a century of life Dominic had mastered more then just the varied forms of combat and killing, a hundred years was a long time after all and it would be a waste not to learn and master as many different things as were able. Over the years he had become adept in many languages, a skilled lover, and most importantly he had become quite skilled at reading the subtle signs between two people. If one knew how to look for the signs then a simple embrace could give away a lot and as the prince and his sister did just that his eyes caught more then most would be able to. The way that her cheeks flushed, the exact positioning of his hands, and a dozen other subtle little clues told him quite a bit and though he kept his face neutral he was quite amused by what was clear to his eyes. The heir to the throne and his sister were lovers, a scandal that would shock the kingdom if it were known and the fact that there wasn't a civil war seemed to hint that not a single person had a clue. His lips twisted into a slight smirk as he used a folded square of cotton to dab away what little sweat was on his face, it could be warm in the capitol after all.

The Prince Galltan would normally be considered a fine example of a man, strong jaw line, tall, just the right kind of dirty blonde that would inspire love among the followers... but when compared to his instructor he fell short. Though he was strong he was not quite as tall or broad shouldered, his body wasn't quite as well defined, and even in the eyes there was a slight lack of confidence. Of course he still acted as though he had been born to rule, dressed in a similar fashion as his mentor only with the leathers a light tan and the silks he wore were in varying shades of blue, trying to make up for his clear lack of experience and confidences with flashy colors and fine clothing.

In spite of the fact that he was little more then a spoiled child growing into manhood who would eventually inherit a kingdom soley because of his ancestors hard work and of course the sort of men like Dominic who had carved it all from the flesh and others, inspite of all this he very much loved his sister. He knew their relationship was wrong but he knew that if they could only keep it quiet until he inherited the throne then none would dare oppose him. It wasn't like he ever wanted to see his sister marry anyone else, he was terribly jealous and part of his urge to learn how to duel and win was so he could kill any man who sought his sister's hand in marriage... simple honor duels used an an excuse to ensure she remained unmarried.

Dominic saw through this without much difficulty, true he didn't know all of the indivudual details but he knew for certain that they boy and his sister, the royal siblings, were lovers... and knowledge like that could kill more men then a knife any day.

The prince was trying to stand up straighter at this point, feigning strength when there was really exhaustion there, it was honestly pathetic, he had been ubale to come even close to harming Dominic with his own blade while a unsharpened dueling saber had left more then a few welts across his body. “It will be a while before your brother is ready for anything of that sort.” Dominic answered, quite pleased about the fact that his words could get a lesser man thrown into a prison and forgotten for several months but his standing in the court as well as the relationship he was fostering with the prince would allow him more leeway then was normal. “But I suppose in a few months he will be able to aquit himself well against any other member of the nobility that he is likely to cross swords with.”

Of course that was because the nobility fought like idiots while a man in the pits or a true killer would gut you with your own blade and steal your boots before you finished some foolish little salute.

His eyes moved on from the princess though, lingering on her slave, giving her an easy smile, the smile of a predator that was eyeing its chosen prey. He continued to watch her as she poured the wine and he answered the princesses comments about dinner. “Your brother is on a strict diet right now but I would be happy to accept a dinner invitation whenever it is most convinient for you your grace.”

 

[JadedDarling]

Princess Caralel smiled at Dominic revealing a perfect set of white teeth, and the corners of her mouth lifted higher when she turned her smile upon Galltan. "It is quite an achievement to get his highness on a diet. Usually if it wasn't his idea to begin with he won't entertain any part of it." Dominic was not the only one who could get away with belittling the prince, lightly. But she always did so with affection, and she gently grabbed Galltan's hand and tugged it playfully, "I may have brought you back a small present from Sheltea. It might help with your spirit while on this diet, but I left it in my quarters. Don't forget to drop by soon and get it." She dropped his hand from hers and grabbed the wrist of her other hand to rest them in front of her.

There was a noticeable change in Galltan's attire, which appeared to be mimicking Dominic's in a way. Caralel liked the change in his clothes but hoped it was only to serve during sword practice. As a leading trendsetter for the empire she knew all to well how little details can make a drastic change, and in the Prince's case, anything as subtle as the color of a button could ruffle the feathers of his Court members and advisors. They were surrounded by traditionalists, and they were apt to keep the Prince in proper line, no matter the cost.

Caralel may not know when she had fallen in love with her handsome brother, but she knew how it happened and the pressures that led her down that path. It just wasn't decent for the princess of an empire to be promiscuous. And even if she could, there was no one who could respect her enough to keep it a secret without being threatened. Everyone would have an alterior motive if given the chance to bed with the princess, even if just for a night. Caralel's virginity had been torturous coming into sexuality, and it just about drove her into some crazy actions if it weren't for her brother who took a pass at her one day. She never asked Galltan what drove him to be so bold with her, but she was glad that he did. The Prince had stakes on the line just like her, and from that moment forwards she no longer had to fret over not having any sexual release.

Abrial had been no help in that area as well. The slave had served as good mind candy for the princess; always sharing the love tryst gossips spreading throughout the palace, sharing her own sexual adventures, and giving insight into how it worked. Abrial could be quite a little slut if she wanted to, and this had always fascinated her about the slave. It pleased Caralel to treat her as a friend, and it was easy to do so considering their history. Abrial had been given to Caralel to serve as a playmate when they were both around four years old. Abrial could easily pass as a Lady in the Palace if dressed well enough, because she had been brought up right alongside the royals. She had been saved from the common hardships inflicted upon slaves simply for being the Princess' possession. But she still knew her place, albeit being spoiled. Abrial balanced both worlds like a professional, knowing what was appropriate and when.

However, Abrial's professional front seemed to have been placed on the backburner when Dominic smiled at her. It lingered as she topped off their glasses of wine, and she chanced meeting his eyes with her blues. Abrial knew she had caught his attention, and she smiled back at him, shyly.

"...Abrial?" Caralel repeated.

The slave nearly jerked, inhaling sharply; widened eyes, realizing the Princess had been speaking to her. She placed the lid onto the decanter trying to recall the words that had been addressed to her. "Oh, yes my highness...let's see, the Festival of Favor starts tomorrow and runs for three days. You will have an honorary seat every night for the dinner feast. As far as my knowledge you are available afterwards to eat dinner with Dominic Sir, or you can have dinner with him tonight."

Caralel shifted her gaze from Abrial to Dominic, clearly aware of Abrials personal fascination with him now. "Well it sounds as though either tonight, or four nights away, will be most convenient for me. So consider it an invitation, Dominic Sinclair Sir." She shrugged her shoulders slightly, as if to say she couldn't care less which one of those nights they acquainted themselves with each other's company.

 

[DomG]

Galltan was clearly excited by the words of his sister, no doubt looking forward to a tryst they hadn't been able to indulge in for quite a while. In an instant he was smiling and anyone who happened to glance below his waist and knew how pants of that style fit would be able to see the bulge in his pants, growing by the moment from the touch of his sister and the sight of her, he looked as if he was able to see something that he had missed before and kept glancing to his sisters hair. Dominic took all these things in and was almost forced to laugh out loud at how obvious it was to him and yet others clearly didn't notice it. He really didn't understand why they were working so hard to hide it. Oh of course there would be some scandal but if they let it come out on their terms and handled it properly then it could be easily spun in their favor. It wasn't like they were the only royals who had indulged in a little bit of family relations. Practically a tradition really but it had fallen out of fashion quite a while ago, but given the precedence they could easily pull it off.

Of course if it got out on the terms dictated by someone else then it could of course ruin them, perhaps getting the princess exiled away from her brother who would be forced into a quick and politically beneficial marriage. Dominic of course adored killing, it was more then just a way to stay alive, for him it was an art form, but in his previous role he had excelled as a character assassin who kept the court to busy infighting to ever actually challenge the king. It would be oh so easy to cause a scandal that would shake the entire kingdom but Dominic hesitated on that, he really wanted to fuck the princess, he had a vision of raping her as he wrapped the sash from one of the kings guards around her neck, he would be sure to drug the slave to ensure she was unconscious and didn't have a clear recollection of who arrived when. When he was done with the princess he would find an appropriate guard to lure into the room and then stab him... arranging it all to look like the guard had raped the princess and killed her.

That would all be perfect, he would kill the princess, frame the guard, and ensure that it looked like he had caught the man shortly after he was finished and of course killed him. It would be seen as a terrible tragedy and he would be hailed as a hero, perhaps seeing another rise in his social ranking. He would leave not long after that and perhaps he would convince the appropriate people to take Abrial back with him. It was fun to play around every once in a while, show a little bit of affection and compassion before spending a good amount of time torturing the pretty young thing to death for little more then his own pleasure.

He kept smiling though and listened as he was informed of the dining schedule for the princess, that night would work best, he hadn't killed in about five days, by the seventh day his strength would begin to wean and his body would start to age as it normally would... he never went more then seven days.

“I would be more then honored to dine with you tonight your grace, your brother will be busy studying a treaties on the art of the spear from an empire far to the east so I will be available at any time you like, he doesn't need me to stand over his shoulder and make sure he studies.” A small smile, glancing back over to Abrial, winking at the slave girl to make his interest quite clear to her. “I do hope you will have Abrial there, I would enjoy having her serve us and if I drink too much I may need her assistance finding my way back to my quarters.”

Blatant interest at that moment, if he was lucky the princess was as close with her slave as she seemed and would arrange for no one else to be around so that the Count could openly express interest in a woman so far below his station without complications.

“In fact why don't you send her to me when you are ready to dine, she can help me find your quarters.” And there he could drug her quickly, make his way to the princess, carry out his work, and then make it back to his room for a quick tryst with Abrial and let the confused girl think they had gotten caught up in passionate love making and never made it to the princess... when they got there he would swiftly enter and give the impression that he had killed the guard right then but too late for the princess... it was a perfect plan.

 

[JadedDarling]

"Oh..." Caralel dragged out the word in disappointment when she learned that Galltan would be busy studying a book tonight. Things were becoming apparant to her real fast how much of the Prince was wrapped around Dominic's finger. The longer she remained the deeper it manifested. Maybe, despite it all, Galltan would still find some time to visit her tonight. She remained hopeful, and adjusted a bracelet on her wrist as she listened to the rest of what Dominic had to say.

Her eyes met Abrials, who was also biting her lower lip in hope. Whereas Abrial's was bubbling over, Caralel could only wish she felt the same. She feared that it would be days before Galltan would find a way to her chambers.

The Princess frowned at Abrial. It was clear to everyone of Dominic's interest in the slave. The Count wasn't shy to spell it out between sentences. And Abrial was throwing those sneaky glances her way trying to silently plead for Caralel to consent. The Princess could almost roll her eyes if it were only appropriate for a Lady to do so. But she found other ways to express herself, such as in the flat tone of her voice when she answered Dominic back, "Anything to make your stay with us easier...Abrial grew up in the Palace so she would be most adept at showing you the way."

'Stay',..yes, Caralel was already counting the days when training would be over and Dominic would leave. It was her easy way of telling Abrial not to flatter herself too much. This was only temporary.

The Princess didn't wait for Dominic to reply. She curtsied them both and turned on her heel to leave. She was a few inches taller than Abrial; with long, creamy legs fairer skinned than Abrial's honey-toned tan. She took her time walking away through the great room and down the hallway.

Abrial smiled at Dominic with a bit more confidence this time. She collected the cloth rags they had been dabbing their faces with to wipe away sweat, piling them into the palm of her hand. She straightened the chairs of the table before bowing to the Prince and to Dominic, and scurried away to catch up with Caralel.

Later that day Caralel sat on the balcony of a window. What she thought would turn out to be a delightful meeting with the Prince turned out to be less than satisfying. It had utterly soured the rest of the morning. She had combed all of her red hair to drape over one shoulder where she gently took out the ivory barette and fiddled with it between her fingers. Dominic appeared promising to the naked eye; a handsome man with success and finesse. However, she was already beginning to dread him.

Abrial had been sent to retrieve Dominic, and somewhere in the near future the Princess was certain that she would be hearing from her slave how this man preformes in bed.

The slave arrived at Dominic's door to his chambers and knocked upon the wood lightly with her knuckles. She smiled to herself, too. If Caralel was not interested in this man than that made him fair game for her. If she played her cards right she knew she could have a taste of him. She waited patiently for an answer to the door, and smoothed down the front hem of her dress.

 

[DomG]

For Galltan the rest of his afternoon passed by rather painfully, though it was not uncommon for him to take the occasional bruise or scrape in his training with the weapons master who was teaching him how to properly handle himself this was something new entirely. He of course didn't even consider complaining, well aware of the fact that such behavior would likely only make it more painful for him. More then once his instructor had commented that a man had to be able to handle a little bit of pain if they were to be able to win a fight, in a life and death situation it really wasn't possible to take a time out because you were in a little bit of pain, that pain had to be embraced, fought through, and conquered if you wanted to survive the first fight that started to turn against you.

Of course Dominic wasn't just being particularly rough in order to impart a lesson, each blow of the dulled blade across the wrist, to the shoulder, and a particularly nasty one to the stomach followed by an elbow in the face, was meant to drive the prince to bed early that night. Oh Dominic might have ordered the young man to spend his night studying up on spear techniques that he wouldn't be familiar with but he also remembered being that age (or to be more accurately he remembered the rush of hormones that came with every fresh kill that made him feel young like nothing else), he knew very well that the prince was entirely likely to disobey him and try to slip into his sisters chambers the moment he felt they could get away with it. A harsh lesson well in advance was extremely likely to ensure the young man would be in bed nursing his wounds rather then even considering thinking with his cock. The training went on for several more hours, in the end the prince was bruised and being helped back to his room by several servants who had been instructed to get him something to help with the pain and help him sleep.

Dominic had hardly broken a sweat though, dabbing his face off with a white linen towel as he made his way back towards his own chambers. The walk was not a particularly long one but Dominic walked slowly, taking his time, savoring the kill that was soon to come. The anticipation was always one of the best parts before the actual rush of the murder. Dominic had been doing this for well over a century by this point but at no point had it ever become any less enjoyable for him. If anything the pleasure had even grown over time, his taste for it maturing like a fine wine. Oh he could survive by slaying whores and people passing through his lands but the greatest pleasure would come from changing the course of history with his hands wrapped around a slender throat.

A little time was spent in his quarters freshening up, as visiting nobility of some standing his chambers were far above the standard though a step down from those of the royal family, a bowl cold water had been laid out for him and a little bit of time was spent using a damp cloth in order to freshen up. In fact he was still freshening up when the knock came at his door. No effort was made to find a fresh shirt, still shirtless and wearing only the leather pants from before when he pulled open the door, greeted by the sight of that lovely little slave he was planning on sampling when he was done with the princess. “Why don't you come on in?” He asked, suggestive smile in place. “I might need a hand picking out something to wear...”

 

[JadedDarling]

When the door opened Abrial parted her mouth to announce that Princess Caralel was ready to receive Dominic for dinner, but her words were stifled short. It wasn't quite clear if it was the sudden sight of Dominic's bare chest or Dominic's own words that caught her sentence premature, but they never did see light of tongue. Her blue eyes widened at Dominic's invitation and she quickly nodded. One major skill she had learned as a slave was to not hesitate. Even if it wasn't her duty to dress the Count, or even if it wasn't her place to enter his chambers, she was still a servant.

"Yes Sir." Her tongue quickly stammered obediance, and she entered his quarters.

Besides, Abrial wanted this. She wanted to get as close to Dominic as she possibly could. And she was pretty sure that this man wanted her as well. Best to tread lightly though, unless instructed otherwise. She followed him further into the room, secretly eyeing his bare physique from behind. She noted he was still wearing the same leather pants and had been in the middle of washing up. So Abrial quickly stepped into a servant's role by picking up his damp cloth from the table and wringing it fresh in the bowl. Then, leaving it draped over the bowl's rim, she sought out his closet, fingering through the items of clothing; his initial reason for her presence heavy on her mind.

Most of Dominic's clothing was dark hued, simple and casual. There was nothing that spoke of a palace roof, a heritage of excellence, and a lineage of finery. But they were not middle-class quality, either. They were dyed with no short-cuts, cut from choice leather, and weaved from the softest of cottons. Abrial smiled to herself as she sifted through the choices.

"My Lord Sinclair, the princess has arranged a casual dinner tonight. These will be most appropriate if they please you." She laid the dark trousers upon the bed and spread the comfortable, grey shirt out so that it wouldn't wrinkle. With duty done, she stood straight and cupped both hands behind her back. She wouldn't dare allow her eyes to directly meet Dominic's, nor touch his body with him noticing, but that didn't mean her mind wasn't. Abrial blinked and inquired as professional as possible, "Would you like assistance with your...pants Sir?"

 

[DomG]

The choice of dark clothing was a practical one that Dominic had been making for years. True the colors tended to suit him very well but blood was harder to see when it was on darker fabrics then when one chose light colors and of course it helped him blend into the shadows all the better. When he had first started out Dominic had been a simple solider, a skilled killer no doubt but a very straight forward one who lacked any real subtly. Of course he had learned over time, with the occasional whispers of his dark god encouraging him and guiding his hand. Years had been spent as a master assassin, countless men and women had died at his hands, he had long given up any attempt to count his victims, now he only paid any mind to those of significance. The princess would be a rather significant little prize for him, betraying the nation that he was supposedly loyal too and changing the course of history with only a little bit of effort.

As the slave stepped in Dominic favored her with a little bit of a smile, knowing that she was checking him out and well aware of the fact that she desired him. He had something of a sixth sense about that sort of thing by this point in his life, perhaps just the extra life experience that came from the long amount of time that he had been around or maybe it was just another gift from the god that gave him so much and asked for so little. In truth Dominic wasn't sure why this slave had caught his eye, she was a rather pretty little thing and there were plenty of those out and about... but this one belonged to the princess and that made her valuable to him.

After she wrung out his wash cloth Dominic continued to run the damp material over himself a little more, knowing that the smell of his perspiration was not entirely gone but having long ago noticed that his scent after physical exertion seemed to make him all the more appealing to a young lady. Though he didn't have the full knowledge that an alchemist or an apothecary might have Dominic had discovered the way that pheromones could impact someone and alter their behavior.

Of course he wasn't the only one that was being effected in that moment. This sort of thing was a two way street and just as Dominic was aware that the slave wanted him he was also aware of the fct that he very much wanted her.

Right then...

Right there...

Sure the original plan had been somewhat difference but the beauty of the young woman, her availability to him, and of course the excitement of his rapidly approaching crown jewel of a kill.

Closely he watched her as she laid out the clothing that she felt would be most appropriate for his dinner with the princess. This girl had even been bold enough to select some pants for him. Dominic chuckled a little bit, the girl might be quiet and subdued but in the end she was being rather bold in the end.

“You could help me with my pants.” He informed her with a smirk on his face, eyes dancing over her body again. “Though I am afraid I have not quite finished washing myself yet. I see no reason you couldn't help me though.” Confident, even cocky, Dominic motioned to his belt, an invitation for her.

 

[JadedDarling]

"Of course Sir." Abrial even curtsied, short and quick.

Her bare feet were light upon the floor as she moved near Dominic. There was a strong blush rising in the cheeks of her face because she knew. She knew there was no reason for Dominic to need this kind of assistance from her. Count Sinclair was being quite cocky. And his indirect approach only made it quite awkward for the spoiled slave! Abrial would just as rather have had Dominic take her entirely without beating around a bush like this. Abrial was that kind of slut. And because of Abrial's preferences, it felt like her blood was going to explode from this inward torture.

Being this close in proximity to Dominic was magnetic for Abrial. He was such a powerful man with his skills, and his confident personality, on top of his killer appearance, made girls drip and drool with light-headed fantasies. Abrial prayed that her fingers would work properly enough to unbutton and loosen his pants, because at this moment, with his scent encompassing her senses, she really did feel woozy in the head. She couldn't believe this was happening...

Although she moved quick and light, it felt like forever before Abrial finally stood before Dominic. He was taller than her, so she could only imagine that he stared down at the crown of her head as she kept her face bowed down; all the better to focus on her task, of course. Her fingers gently tugged and slipped between leather and flesh to unbutton his waist, and she peeled his pants off his hips an inch at a time. Abrial had forgot to breath and it caught up with her, swelling her chest with a lusty desire. She was already imagining what his package would look like, and butterflies danced in her gut knowing that she was seconds away from a glorious sight.

And finally...there it was! She had tugged his clothing down enough to expose his manhood. Her blue eyes widened. It was even better than she could have imagined. The sight gripped her breathes and her mouth barely parted for the tip of her tongue to moisten her lips. She wanted to taste him so badly. She wanted to fill her mouth with his girth and feel it harden in her throat. She nearly whimpered...

Abrial didn't know what Dominic was thinking. A glance to his face would have helped wonders; a chance to read his expression and gauge his intentions. But Abrial wouldn't dare do that. She kept her slave-eyes down. She twisted and reached for the damp cloth in the bowl and wrung out the excess water. Abrial would wash him off...but it was such a waste, in her mind. There were better ways to clean a cock.

 

[DomG]

Murder was not the only talent that Dominic had, one didn't live to be his age while retaining the full bloom of youth without learning a great many things. He could speak a variety of languages, had become quite the talented cook (after he had murdered all of his servants in a single night many decades ago), and of course was a particularly talented lover. Pleasures of the flesh would never seek to appeal to him and in order to keep up some appearances he had married before, twice before in fact in his previous identities, always to the most beautiful and eligible of women in the courts... though they rarely lived long as it was prudent to keep his secrets, he had few visitors and he preferred wives with little by way of family to simplify things for him.

Love was something that eluded him though, he had people he had grown fond of but the changes wrought by his patron god had taken that emotion from him. No longer could he love another and yet that didn't bother him at all... perhaps part of the change or perhaps he had been like that from the start and it had contributed to him being such a successful killer. Always ruthless and lacking in pity...

The slave girls body language was obvious, she wanted him, she needed his cock. Of course her desire meant almost nothing to him as she would be his to play with no matter what she wanted. She was a slave after all, even the pet of the princess had very little by way of rights when compared to an actual noble of the court. Oh perhaps the princess would make some trouble for him if he were to rape the girl but from if he was reading things properly that wouldn't be remotely necessary. He had planned to kill the princess first but this was no longer really viable as he needed the relief that pleasure would bring right away.

As she reached for the cloth Dominic was quick to stop her with an open palm across her face, not a particularly hard strike but he wanted to make sure that he got her attention. “I don't recall saying that you should use that cloth.” He remarked, voice entirely calm and devoid of anger though he had just struck the girl. “Why don't you be a proper little slave and do things like you are supposed to. I want you to clean my entire body with your tongue.” A demeaning demand but one he fully expected her to comply with. “I do have dinner with the princess after all and it wouldn't do for me to meet her while by body stinks of sweat... would be terribly rude.” Not that he particularly cared, he just wanted to torment the slave girl a little bit by expecting her to comply with his order.

“If you miss anything then I might just have to punish you once the dinner is done but if you do a particularly good job then I don't see why I can't reward you.”