Rune and Ruin

Seeds of the Gods - 22 - Seed Scatter

395 B.C.E. - The Venerable Palace, City of Rune, Capital of the Tasuri, Center of the Tasurian Peninsula, Early Summer, Month of Quintilis

Falx took a long draught of the blood-tinged wine, watching Tems. The noble clenched his jaw tightly, wound his claws deeper into the mass of blonde hair spilling over his thighs, and faked a moan of pleasure.

"That's it, whore." Tems snarled under his breath. "Take me deeper." The noble Tasuri female, Julia, obeyed, choking a little as Tems forcefully filled her mouth. The Acera female Tems had fucked earlier was curled up on a couch in the corner, fast asleep. Tems enjoyed fucking Julia with the taste of Acera on his dick. Petty, but not unreasonable in Falx's opinion.

Falx hid the nasty smirk on his face at the bored, frustrated look on his friend's face by lifting his cup to his lips again. Behind his hand, he let his demons's eyes survey the room.

The Emperor had yet to arrive at the orgy, and Falx was growing bored. Bad enough that he was summoned to this "meeting with a tour" because he was expected to take his father's place in the Senate. The party had quickly devolved into this waste of time. Not to mention how his demon scratched and itched his insides, hating that his cock wasn't in his sweet Acera female in their bed at home.

Tems pulled out of Julia's mouth and, with a grimace, put the female on her knees. With a grunt, he thrust into her and shuddered as he quickly released into her infertile, dry womb.

The blank look on his friend's face only made Falx more determined to tie Thania to him legally. Only the Comitari petition kept Falx from being forced into 'servicing' the females tonight. Until the Senate voted, Falx could avoid the grasping, greedy females of Rune and stay mercifully alone at the emperor's parties. At his back, Quintus was also by himself, but that was due to his halfling blood.

"Poor fucker looks miserable," Flax remarked under his breath to Quintus.

His taciturn friend cracked a small smile that immediately fell as Emperor Decimus finally made his appearance. Now, Falx knew, the real dance would begin.

"Fyrrin," the emperor greeted Falx with a false smile, his eyes hard as marbles. Falx could see the male's demon shifting with an insane gleam. He made Falx's skin crawl and his demon snarl. Even worse, the trailing harem of females following Decimus honed in on the lone noble.

The line of Acera and Tasuri females flitted and flirted their way into the room. Draped in the finest cloth and jewels, no amount of gilt could hide the bruises each delicate Acera female sported like prized gems. The emperor did not treat his harem well.

"Lord Fyrrin," a couple of Acera females tittered and fluttered their lashes. As they approached him, the scent of fear and despair under perfume and sex wafted over Falx.

"No," Falx snapped just as one intrepid female was about to touch him. She flinched away in poorly-hidden relief. A good reaction, as far as Falx's demon was concerned. The demon was fast losing his patience.

"Fyrinn," The emperor's attention was slightly over the razor's edge of madness as he stared at Falx. "You are not partaking in the festivities?" The demon's eyes flitted to Quintus. "Nor your friend?"

"I would hate to run afoul of the gods," Falx countered. "I wait to bind myself to my female, and General Quintus is likewise promised."

"Ah," Decimus's eyes glinted. "I heard the rumors. You chose a halfling to be your Acera female's husband?"

Falx felt every eye crawl over them. Slowly, he stood, finding that, as usual, he towered over the emperor. "As the last resort, Venerable One. I trust General Quintus with my female."