Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

As Rhalf mulled over the proposition, Kaeso's voice cut through the contemplative silence, "Allow me to enlighten you, Rhalf. I propose an offer of 500 gold coins." The words hung in the air, leaving Rhalf visibly stunned and struggling to find his voice.

"500!" he finally uttered, his disbelief apparent. Never before had he amassed such a wealth, and the allure of the glittering coins ignited a spark of avarice within him.

Rhalf's eyes widened in disbelief as the offer of a thousand gold coins hung in the air. The sheer magnitude of the sum left him momentarily speechless. A thousand gold coins were a fortune, an unimaginable wealth that could change his life in ways he had never dared dream of. The greed in his heart overpowered any lingering hesitation, and he quickly composed himself to respond to City Lord Kaeso.

"As you please, my lord. You may take him," Rhalf conceded, the allure of the gold overpowering any attachment he might have felt for Jaegar. The promise of wealth was too tempting to resist, and he envisioned the possibilities that awaited him. Greed now danced in Rhalf's eyes; the thought of the coins he would soon possess eclipsed any concern for the fate of Jaegar.

Jaegar, however, remained stoic, his gaze fixed on the ground. His expression betrayed no emotion, and it seemed as though he had accepted his fate with a quiet resolve.

The deal struck, Kaeso signalled to his attendants, who promptly produced a bag laden with the coveted gold coins. As they revealed the contents to Rhalf, the metallic gleam of the treasure reflected in his widened eyes. Rhalf's hands eagerly accepted the weighty bounty, the clinking sound of the gold echoing like a triumphant melody in his ears.

The bag of gold, glittering like a treasure chest, was handed over to Rhalf, who couldn't help but marvel at the sheer weight of it in his hands.

City Lord Kaeso, satisfied with the deal, clapped his hands, signalling his men to escort Rhalf and the newfound wealth away.

Then two servant women dressed in revealing clothes, barely covering their inner parts, walked into the hall.

Rhalf, flanked by two women carrying the substantial bag of gold, spared not a glance for Jaegar. The transaction concluded, and Rhalf's thoughts were consumed by the wealth that awaited him, oblivious to the silent figure left behind in the mansion's hall.

Their escort indicated the end of Rhalf's presence in the mansion, leaving Jaegar standing in stoic silence, his gaze fixed on the ground below. Unbeknownst to Rhalf, the coins he cradled in his hands came at the cost of Jaegar's fate, a transaction sealed by the allure of untold wealth.

Kaeso approached Jaegar, intrigued by the mysterious aura that surrounded him. "You seem rather peculiar, young man. What's your story?" Kaeso inquired, his eyes carefully studying Jaegar.

Throughout the arena, Kaeso had sensed a uniqueness in Jaegar's fighting style, something that set him apart from the others.

Jaegar remained silent, offering no insight into his background or the enigma that shrouded him.

As the quiet lingered, two women entered the hall. Kaeso turned to address his dear wife, Johana. "He almost cost me a fortune now," Kaeso mentioned, a mixture of amusement and caution in his tone.

Lady Johana chuckled, finding a certain delight in the intrigue that Jaegar brought. "Well, he's all worth the trouble, isn't he?" she remarked, appreciating the unexpected turn of events.

Alatara, who had been watching Jaegar closely, walked alongside Johana. The air around Jaegar seemed to hum with an unspoken mystery, capturing the attention and curiosity of those present in the hall.

Johana approached her husband, and he whispered, "This better be worth it."

Placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, she replied, "Well, I will make sure she remembers."

With those words, Kaeso departed, leaving them alone with Jaegar. Alatara's gaze lingered on Jaegar, her interest palpable. Explore stories at m,v l'e-m|p| y r

Finally breaking her silence, Alatara suggested, "Johana, how about we move to your private chambers?"

Johana's eyes, fixated on Jaegar, reflected impatience and anticipation. A knowing smile played on her lips as she summoned her maidservants, instructing them to prepare Jaegar for the night.

A couple of women arrived to escort Jaegar to a bath, where they prepared him for the evening's events. As the maidservants led Jaegar away, Alatara turned to Johana and whispered, "I can see why you're so taken with him. He certainly has a way of capturing one's attention." Johana nodded, her eyes still locked on Jaegar's retreating figure. "Indeed," she replied, her voice filled with anticipation.

"Tonight will be a night to remember."

Johana and Alatara continued their conversation as they walked towards the private chambers. "He seems really handsome up close," Johana remarked. Alatara, with a knowing smile, replied, "When did my eyes fail? We will have a great time with him."

Johana suggested, "Why don't you go first, and I'll have my turn later?" The two women giggled and chatted animatedly as they proceeded towards the awaiting chambers, their excitement building with each step.

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The maidservants guided Jaegar to a luxurious bath hall, where they efficiently stripped him of all his garments. As the warm water enveloped his body, Jaegar couldn't help but feel relaxed. The hot bath was really hitting the spot, and he couldn't even remember the last time he had a bath.

The maidservants skillfully attended to his every need, ensuring that he was pampered and prepared for the unforgettable evening that awaited him.

Jaegar, in turn, eased into the soothing warmth of the water, savouring the attention from the attentive women attending to him. Seated in the pool, he allowed them to carry out their duties, blushing as they encountered his manhood but continuing with their work diligently.

Jaegar, desiring a thorough cleaning, requested the maidservants to shave his beard and trim his hair.

They were already cleaning him, and so he added one more request of his: he wanted every detail attended to, especially since his beard had become increasingly bothersome in the past few days.

Meanwhile, in the private chambers, Johana and Alatara waited with anticipation. The chamber was a little away from the mansion, secluded, and privacy was ensured. It was Johana's personal quarter, used only by her. The chamber had no sealing, and the night stars could be seen through the open roof, casting a gentle glow on the room.

Johana and Alatara sat on plush cushions, sipping tea and engaging in quiet conversation as they admired the starry display above them. The peaceful ambiance of the chamber allowed them to momentarily forget about their responsibilities and enjoy a moment of tranquility before the next event began.

After what felt like an eternity, the maidservants finally ushered Jaegar into the room, draped only in a single lioncloth that clung to his waist. His presence instantly disrupted the serene atmosphere, as his muscular physique and commanding presence demanded attention. The room fell silent as all eyes turned towards him, captivated by his raw energy and aura of power.

His fully exposed physique, showcasing well-defined muscles and a handsome countenance, captivated everyone present. As Jaegar entered the room, a hushed silence fell over the crowd, their eyes fixed on his mesmerizing presence. The maidservants' meticulous grooming had accentuated his natural charm, making him even more irresistible to those in attendance.

No one could tear their gaze away from the enchanting sight before them.

Johana and Alatara practically rose from their seats, their mouths agape, as they stared in awe at Jaegar's presence.

Alatara moved closer unknowingly, her gaze glued to the sight of Jaegar. She froze just a couple of metres from him.

Up close, 'he is even more breathtaking,' she thought.

With every movement, his bare chest rippled with muscles that shone golden under the nightlight, and the firelight of the fire sticks stuck to the walls. His brown and black wavey hair framing his chiselled face. One fist clenched at his side, and she found herself gazing hungrily at it, imagining him pressing it deep into her and how her body ached for such treatment.

All she wanted to do was touch him, to feel those taut muscles beneath her fingers, but fear overwhelmed her arousal. He was so strong, so powerful... To use him - to have him use her - could lead to danger, especially if her husband found out.

The Court was an awfully long way away, though...

There was a challenge in his curtness and a sharpness to his stare, daring her to voice her desires aloud. Just once, to be spoken to in such a manner, with passion laid bare... Just once, she wanted to be used, an object for primal sexual need. Her body flushed as she gathered her strength and willpower, forcing her lips to form the words:

"And do you fuck?"

She found herself stepping forward, curving a finger under his chin, and pulling his gaze to hers. She was astonished by her own boldness and almost drew away, but then her breath caught at the feral hunger reflected in his blue eyes. How would he respond? What might he say?