Thomas stepped into the room and his world seemed to shift. The air here was heavy with the scent of expensive wine, exotic perfumes, and the faint aroma of roasted meat served on silver platters. Silk drapes hung, muffling outside sounds, creating a cocoon of luxury isolated from the rough world of the training yard.
On low couches covered with plush cushions, three women reclined with practiced indolence. In the center, of course, was Lucretia, the Queen in her court. To her right was an older woman, Cornelia, with a cynical face that seemed to have seen everything and been impressed by nothing. To her left was Licinia, a woman perhaps Thomas's age, with sharp beauty and restless eyes, exuding a nearly predatory boredom.
She was his target.
Thomas moved silently, taking the wine carafe from the table as instructed. His movements were deliberately efficient and graceful, a contrast he knew would be noticed. He approached the women, pouring wine into their silver goblets one by one. He kept his eyes downcast, a functioning shadow, yet his ears absorbed every word.
"...her husband lost all his ships in the storm," Cornelia said with a mocking tone. "Now he has to sell his land. How shameful."
"He should just sell his wife," Licinia retorted, her full lips forming a cruel smile. "I hear she's quite fertile."
Lucretia chuckled softly, a sound like silver bells. "Licinia, you truly have no heart."
"A heart only complicates things, Lucretia," Licinia replied, her bored eyes now fixed on Thomas as he poured wine into her goblet. "Like this new servant of yours. Handsome. Where did you find him?"
"He is one of Batiatus's most surprising purchases," Lucretia answered, her eyes sparkling with possessiveness. "He has... hidden depths."
As Thomas finished pouring, Licinia's fingers deliberately brushed the back of his hand. The touch was light, yet electrically charged. Thomas did not withdraw his hand. He simply raised his head for a fleeting moment, meeting Licinia's gaze for a fraction of a second that felt long. He showed no fear or desire, only a quiet acknowledgment, before returning to his respectful posture.
The flicker of surprise in Licinia's eyes was enough to tell him: the bait was taken.
The game continued. A moment later, as Thomas stood quietly in the corner of the room, Licinia sighed dramatically.
"Oh, my hands are so sticky from these figs," she complained, though Thomas could see her hands were clean. "I need a basin of water."
Lucretia, understanding the game perfectly, smiled faintly. "Of course. Servant," she said, her eyes on Thomas. "Escort Domina Licinia to the washing chamber at the end of the corridor."
It was an order. It was permission.
Thomas bowed slightly and walked ahead of Licinia, leading the way. His heart pounded, a familiar war drum in his chest. When they were in the deserted corridor, far from other eyes and ears, Licinia pressed her body against Thomas's back, stopping his stride.
Warm breath on Thomas's neck. "I don't need water." Licinia's voice was low, husky. A slender hand felt its way to his abdomen, tracing the hard muscles beneath his tunic. Her fragrant body pressed against his back. A turn. Thomas's back hit the cold corridor wall. Licinia's dark eyes stared at him, full of challenge. Arrogant. Hungry. "Show me," she whispered. "Those hidden depths."
Thomas's lips crashed onto hers. Not a plea. A claim. The taste of expensive wine. Licinia's gasp of surprise turned into a deep groan. Her delicate hands gripped Thomas's hair, pulling him closer. Her long legs wrapped around Thomas's waist as her body lifted from the floor, her back pressed against the wall. Her expensive silk skirt rode up. Thomas's mouth moved, leaving her lips, descending to her jaw, to her smooth neck. Her skin felt hot beneath his lips and tongue. "Mmm... yes..." A muffled rip of fabric. Thomas's hand found its target. His rough fingers pierced the wetness. Licinia shrieked, her head lolling back, eyes closed. Her vagina was soaking wet, twitching to welcome the foreign touch. The sound of wet splashing as Thomas's fingers moved in and out. Fast. Skilled. He withdrew his hand. Licinia moaned in disappointment. A different rustle of fabric. Thomas's hard, veined penis was now free, erect between them. Licinia's eyes widened. Her pupils dilated. A barely audible gasp of awe. The wet tip of his manhood touched the swollen lips of her vagina. Heat met heat. One thrust. Strong. Deep. "NGHHHAAAH!" A sharp, muffled scream tore from Licinia's lips. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into Thomas's shoulders. The narrow walls of her vagina clenched tightly, trying to receive his full size. A momentary silence. Only the sound of ragged breaths. Then, the movement began. PLAP. PLAP. SQUELCH. Thomas's hips pounded mercilessly. The sound of flesh meeting wet flesh echoed in the silent corridor. "Oh... God... ah... ah!" Licinia's moans became their new rhythm. Each thrust made her body tremble, her back scraping against the cold stone wall. Sweat began to bead on her temples, making her hair stick to her skin. Thomas withdrew almost completely, the tip of his penis barely out. "Don't!" Licinia shrieked in panic. He plunged back in, deeper than before. "AAAHH!" Thomas lifted one of her legs higher, slinging it over his shoulder. The angle shifted. Deeper. Rougher. "Faster... please... ah! AH!" The rhythm became wild. Brutal. Deep, shuddering thrusts. He could feel the muscles inside Licinia's vagina clenching, throbbing around his manhood. The climax was near. A low growl escaped Thomas's throat. His body tensed. With three final, deep thrusts, he exploded. His hot semen gushed out, filling the noblewoman's womb. Licinia's body convulsed violently, a powerful orgasm tearing through her as she screamed the names of the gods and goddesses. Her legs trembled uncontrollably. Thomas remained inside her for a moment, their heavy breaths mingling in the air. Slowly, he withdrew. His manhood wet and slightly throbbing. Drops of semen and her feminine fluid flowed down Licinia's inner thighs. He lowered the woman gently. Licinia's legs could barely support her. She leaned against the wall, looking at Thomas with a new expression. Shock. Complete satisfaction. And a glimmer of fear at the raw power she had just experienced. Licinia tidied her torn and crumpled clothes, her face flushed with passion. Without a word, she gave one last deep, meaningful glance, then turned and walked back to the feasting room.
Thomas leaned against the wall, catching his breath. The blue panel glowed before him.
{Intimate relations complete. Target: High Noble (Category 4).}
{Life Essence obtained: +50}
The gamble had paid off in the most spectacular way. He straightened himself and returned to the room, picking up the wine carafe, resuming his role as an invisible shadow, but now with a new and dangerous resource.
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{Name: Thomas Vance}
{Stored Essence: 54}
{Active Legacy: [Talent] Rapid Adaptation}