HANAERUM
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“More wine!”
“Oyy! More wine over here!”
Kain Kurt turned to his right to find a naked waitress dallying around. In her hands were two trays filled with empty glasses. He frowned and spanked her hard across her ass cheeks.
She squirmed.
“You heard them, didn’t you? Fucking fill the glasses up.” He growled, watching with a faint sense of pride as her gaze dropped to his feet.
“Yes, my Lord.” She scurried away from his presence. Kain kept his eyes on her until she had disappeared into the darkness that waited outside the door.
Once she was gone, he returned his gaze to the glorious sight in front of him; his thriving brothel, situated in the lower rooms of his mansion.
He stroked his bearded chin with his right fingers, his left clutched his walking cane.
The business had to continue, he thought to himself. So, he had developed a wise plan to bring the brothel to his very own home, where the king would be unable to stick his bloody nose into affairs that least concerned him.
Kain swayed his head to the melody of the harp that resonated around the room. The instrument was played by a female slave, seated naked on a high stool. The silver harp settled in the middle of her legs.
He caught sight of her vulva and smiled to himself.
The melody from the harp was accompanied by the riveting sounds of moans and impatient groans which erupted from every corner of the room.
Kain stood in the center of the “red room” as he liked to call it, clad in courtly garb. Pleasure rippled through his bones as he observed the debauchery on the furnished beds scattered in every corner of the large room.
After deciding to turn his age-long family library at the undercroft of his mansion into his brothel, he had pulled as many strings as he could, using his connections across Hanaerum and cities beyond, to smuggle sex slaves into his home, right underneath the nose of the “know-it-all” king Rome.
Kain could not be more proud of himself.
Unclad female slaves, fresh and young, possessing succulent skin and firm breasts beautified the room. He settled into a stool at the distal end of the room, his dark eyes rested on a couple who had caught his interest.
The blonde-haired female was straddled on the hip of her master, his cock impaling her while he grabbed her breasts, occasionally slapping her nipples.
The girl’s cheeks remained flush. Kain watched with desire brimming in his eyes as she screamed and begged.
To their left, a slave softly jerked a man’s cock, as her wet tongue streaked across its squirming hole.
His right hand slipped down to his enlarged crotch. Kain derived more pleasure in witnessing fuckery than he did while experiencing it. It was a kink of his he had come to accept and enjoy.
Kain’s sinister smirk dissolved into a frown when he heard the knock on the door.
He turned to look at a guard standing by his left. “Open the door, usher them in.” He ordered.
He was expecting more patrons. News of his thriving business must have spread amongst his trusted regulars.
The guard bowed a display of reverence and walked towards the door. Kain tore his gaze away from his favorite couples and narrowed his eyes on the door.
He rose to his feet in a bid to welcome his regulars.
However, his shoulders slouched, and a wave of disappointment washed through him when a servant walked into the room.
Kain rolled his eyes and gestured to a nearby waitress for a glass of wine.
The servant stood in front of him immediately he picked up a filled glass from the silver tray laid out in front of him.
“A message from Alkarod, Lord Kain.” The servant greeted, falling on his right knee to serve the sealed envelope with both hands.
ALKAROD? Kain quirked his left brow in query.
He looked over the seal one more time before snatching the envelope from the young man’s hands.
“You are excused.” He dismissed him with a wave of his right hand.
The servant thanked him and rose to his feet. He was gone without a second look.
Kain looked over the brown envelope and its blood-red seal once more.
What did Rasmus want this time?
A deep scowl spread across his hard facial features.
Had he not already told the man he had done all he could do for him?
His dark eyes scanned the room once more. He needed to ensure there were satisfied looks in the eyes of all his patrons before leaving.
Well pleased by the sight around him, he turned his back against the room and walked towards the exit door.
Once he was gone, he slipped into the dark corridor and traveled up the stairs. He was headed to his private study, where he would read, respond to, and dispose of the message from Alkarod.
He pushed the door of his study open and sauntered into the dimly lit room. He took eager steps towards his reading lamp, and only resumed tearing the envelope open once he was certain he had enough lighting to read every word.
Kain unwrapped the paper in his hands, his eyes skimmed through the words crested in deep black ink against the brown paper.
First, his eyes widened in glee. His heartbeat quickened in excitement, he could taste victory at the tip of his tongue.
“Alas, we just might have won.” He read the last sentence of the letter aloud, and a proud grin stole its way across his cheeks.
“Yes! Ah! We most certainly have, my good friend!” He screamed at the top of his voice.
Kain could not express the joy in his heart, the pride that washed through his previously tensed muscles and left him with a sense of calm.
It was not over, after all, he thought to himself.
He looked around the room, and a burst of loud and manic laughter erupted from the back of his throat.
Oh! He laughed to his heart’s content, clutching his stomach with his right hand and leaning against his study desk.
His laughter only intensified when he found himself wiping tears from underneath his eyes with the sides of his index fingers.
Yes! If all Rasmus had said in his letter was true, it was time for them to grant his wish.
Kain squeezed the paper into a rumbled ball and clenched it in his left palm.
He had been able to get both Rasmus and the Elves to believe he was of great help to their course when he had only done so little.
The thought alone amused him. He shook his head in a laugh as he strolled to the brassier.
He had been of help, had he not?
At least, the rumors he had instructed his spies to start in the heart of the city, and even in the palace had yielded results.
Ah! Yes.
A naughty grin unfurled over his face at the thought.
Kain Kurt was by far a happier man now than the last time he had received news from Alkarod. It also helped that his spies had reported news of the king’s reaction to the beating of Elora and her siblings.
He had been told of how the king had wasted no time in jumping to their defense and scooping his slave mistress away in his arms like a knight in shining armor.
Once he had heard the news, Kain knew he had found something to tie the great king Rome down.
Elora was the daughter of the traitor, a slave mistress. If the king dared to grow feelings of affection for her, he would still never be able to be with her.
“He cannot marry a slave now, can he?” Kain asked aloud, smirking at the sparks of fire from the coal that burnt in his brassier.
The Lycans would die before they allowed a slave wolf, the daughter of a known traitor, to become their queen.
King Rome made the decree himself, he made the rule himself, and sealed the decree with his blood, it would be impossible to go back on it.
He let out a sinister chuckle and tossed the rumpled ball of paper into the brassier. He watched it ignite with a fiery red flame.
The color reminded him a lot of how he intended to burn King Rome’s empire to the ground. He loved it.
Kain’s gaze casually shifted from the brassier, down to the window built by his right.
He walked slowly towards it and stood still to look through it.
The clouds had turned a deep shade of blue. Winter was slowly setting in, he knew from the bits of snowflakes that dropped from the sky, onto the branches of trees and the grass in the fields.
Kain heaved a sigh of relief.
He hoped he would be able to travel to the Elven land before the winter finally set in. Transportation was tiresome whenever it snowed, and the…
Kain stopped to think and turned to the door. His thoughts were interrupted by the urgent knock on his door.