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In the aftermath of the Senate meeting, Rafail hadn't been entirely confident of what might be regarded as 'appropriate' by the general public or otherwise. With the Stravos family removed from nobility, he had been unsure whether it would be deemed proper for him to pay any one of them a visit, no less Elias, still awaiting trial. And then, of course, there was always the panic of what it might do to his personal reputation to be seen cavorting with those who were currently in such disgrace. Papa would never have approved the potential threat to the family's image, and, arrogant and self-serving though he might appear, Rafail did care deeply for the man's philosophies.
Nonetheless, he supposed he should be somewhat sympathetic to his closest friend in this, his moment of need.
At least the family still had money, if no titles, which meant Rafail had no excuse in the slightest to dress in any way less than his extravagant usual, the dark silk of the chiton bringing out his light hair and eyes and his collection of bright golden rings shining brightly. After all, he knew full well Elias would be present, but there was always a chance that Chara might show up as well and Chara, mm, she was just a delight to look at and a joy to flirt with. He may well have been there to see one of his cousins in particular, but he was never one to turn down a chance to have her. Such a shame the youngest of the Stravos children had ended up such a disaster in comparison to her siblings.
His visit was to be a pleasant surprise, and Rafail had opted to make it even more so, with the gift of two large jars containing the finest wine from Messaly to enjoy alongside what he was sure would be preferred of his two offerings: a pretty and voluptuous blonde he'd found earlier that day, so eager for a little bit of fun. Rafail had offered her twice as much as she'd been expecting with the promise of two exceptionally good-looking men and a nice purse of coin on the side because she had appeared to be the slightest touch in need and the Marikas lord was not so cruel. He liked the world to know he had his moments of charity; it was good for the public image.
Rafail had made his way to the Stravos home with more good intentions in his heart than he could imagine he had ever had towards anyone from that same family before save for his mother so many years ago, the ever useful guard he'd requested follow him gripping those two jars full of the delicious liquid and that lovely blonde giggling beside him. She was so excitable, honestly, in just the manner that the man would have deemed irritating had she not appeared such a good lay.
"Be silent a minute," he hissed at the girl, turning to smile at those guards at the door with that famous grin that charmed so easily. "I've come to visit my cousin, if you don't mind." He nodded his head in a nicely condescending manner, strolling past and into the home, hands on his hips as he looked around for his friend. One of the family servants lingered in a corner, and Rafail waved in his direction, signalling for him to approach. "Find me Elias. I have need of him." Not that it was any surprise: Rafail was rarely one to visit the Stravos home were it not to find his male cousin.
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In the aftermath of the Senate meeting, Rafail hadn't been entirely confident of what might be regarded as 'appropriate' by the general public or otherwise. With the Stravos family removed from nobility, he had been unsure whether it would be deemed proper for him to pay any one of them a visit, no less Elias, still awaiting trial. And then, of course, there was always the panic of what it might do to his personal reputation to be seen cavorting with those who were currently in such disgrace. Papa would never have approved the potential threat to the family's image, and, arrogant and self-serving though he might appear, Rafail did care deeply for the man's philosophies.
Nonetheless, he supposed he should be somewhat sympathetic to his closest friend in this, his moment of need.
At least the family still had money, if no titles, which meant Rafail had no excuse in the slightest to dress in any way less than his extravagant usual, the dark silk of the chiton bringing out his light hair and eyes and his collection of bright golden rings shining brightly. After all, he knew full well Elias would be present, but there was always a chance that Chara might show up as well and Chara, mm, she was just a delight to look at and a joy to flirt with. He may well have been there to see one of his cousins in particular, but he was never one to turn down a chance to have her. Such a shame the youngest of the Stravos children had ended up such a disaster in comparison to her siblings.
His visit was to be a pleasant surprise, and Rafail had opted to make it even more so, with the gift of two large jars containing the finest wine from Messaly to enjoy alongside what he was sure would be preferred of his two offerings: a pretty and voluptuous blonde he'd found earlier that day, so eager for a little bit of fun. Rafail had offered her twice as much as she'd been expecting with the promise of two exceptionally good-looking men and a nice purse of coin on the side because she had appeared to be the slightest touch in need and the Marikas lord was not so cruel. He liked the world to know he had his moments of charity; it was good for the public image.
Rafail had made his way to the Stravos home with more good intentions in his heart than he could imagine he had ever had towards anyone from that same family before save for his mother so many years ago, the ever useful guard he'd requested follow him gripping those two jars full of the delicious liquid and that lovely blonde giggling beside him. She was so excitable, honestly, in just the manner that the man would have deemed irritating had she not appeared such a good lay.
"Be silent a minute," he hissed at the girl, turning to smile at those guards at the door with that famous grin that charmed so easily. "I've come to visit my cousin, if you don't mind." He nodded his head in a nicely condescending manner, strolling past and into the home, hands on his hips as he looked around for his friend. One of the family servants lingered in a corner, and Rafail waved in his direction, signalling for him to approach. "Find me Elias. I have need of him." Not that it was any surprise: Rafail was rarely one to visit the Stravos home were it not to find his male cousin.
In the aftermath of the Senate meeting, Rafail hadn't been entirely confident of what might be regarded as 'appropriate' by the general public or otherwise. With the Stravos family removed from nobility, he had been unsure whether it would be deemed proper for him to pay any one of them a visit, no less Elias, still awaiting trial. And then, of course, there was always the panic of what it might do to his personal reputation to be seen cavorting with those who were currently in such disgrace. Papa would never have approved the potential threat to the family's image, and, arrogant and self-serving though he might appear, Rafail did care deeply for the man's philosophies.
Nonetheless, he supposed he should be somewhat sympathetic to his closest friend in this, his moment of need.
At least the family still had money, if no titles, which meant Rafail had no excuse in the slightest to dress in any way less than his extravagant usual, the dark silk of the chiton bringing out his light hair and eyes and his collection of bright golden rings shining brightly. After all, he knew full well Elias would be present, but there was always a chance that Chara might show up as well and Chara, mm, she was just a delight to look at and a joy to flirt with. He may well have been there to see one of his cousins in particular, but he was never one to turn down a chance to have her. Such a shame the youngest of the Stravos children had ended up such a disaster in comparison to her siblings.
His visit was to be a pleasant surprise, and Rafail had opted to make it even more so, with the gift of two large jars containing the finest wine from Messaly to enjoy alongside what he was sure would be preferred of his two offerings: a pretty and voluptuous blonde he'd found earlier that day, so eager for a little bit of fun. Rafail had offered her twice as much as she'd been expecting with the promise of two exceptionally good-looking men and a nice purse of coin on the side because she had appeared to be the slightest touch in need and the Marikas lord was not so cruel. He liked the world to know he had his moments of charity; it was good for the public image.
Rafail had made his way to the Stravos home with more good intentions in his heart than he could imagine he had ever had towards anyone from that same family before save for his mother so many years ago, the ever useful guard he'd requested follow him gripping those two jars full of the delicious liquid and that lovely blonde giggling beside him. She was so excitable, honestly, in just the manner that the man would have deemed irritating had she not appeared such a good lay.
"Be silent a minute," he hissed at the girl, turning to smile at those guards at the door with that famous grin that charmed so easily. "I've come to visit my cousin, if you don't mind." He nodded his head in a nicely condescending manner, strolling past and into the home, hands on his hips as he looked around for his friend. One of the family servants lingered in a corner, and Rafail waved in his direction, signalling for him to approach. "Find me Elias. I have need of him." Not that it was any surprise: Rafail was rarely one to visit the Stravos home were it not to find his male cousin.
The arrival was one made without overmuch fanfare by the house staff, which seemed… depleted, as if many of the caretakers that should have once swarmed this home like worker bees in a colony had simply flitted away. Their fortune, indeed, was in great challenge, and their stature in defeat, and many had turned to other offers with haste. But those who remained were nonplussed by this not entirely unexpected appearance of the lush seeking his lush friend of old. But while they usually would send word quickly, this time an older man strode forward to explain that Elias had insisted he not be disturbed and that he was in his chambers.
This, of course, was unlikely to stop Rafail from storming those very chambers, unmindful of his cousin’s preferences when they were in conflict with his own. Good man, that bullish, bold Rafail.
While Rafail may have dressed as exquisitely as he ever did, favoring his fashion and styles that were an endless point of gossip and jealous staring by the countless admirers and despisers that the scion of Marikas had accumulated, Elias decidedly did not. Dressed in the absolute plainest of whites, he was blandly dressed as one might on their days lounging around their estate, for that was little but what he had now. There was no point in his displays of ostentatious dress, and when he found his way directed to his cousin’s chambers, the man looked like someone entirely different from the Princeling he had last seen all but dragged free from the Senate.
His face had developed a bit of a growth, an unshorn beard’s first hints helping to frame him with a more dangerous handsomeness than he normally possessed, and lacking in his own outrageously bold and fashionable style that matched Rafail so completely, he seemed almost normal. There was a maturity in him visibly that had seemed to grow in overnight. But then, his entire life had been upended since the last time they spoke, and his meals since had subsisted almost entirely of anger anger and misery. A diet can change a great deal in one’s demeanor.
Turning to face the approaching blond degenerate, he stood from his chair at the desk he had been seated before, and laid a book upon the script he had been writing, unmindful of what messing he might have made of the ink there. A simple bow of his head was offered to his friend, as he took in the bounty that was presented. Two large jugs of wine, it seemed, and a woman with a very lovely pair herself. His eyes could not help but drink in all three of the prizes before him: his beautiful cousin, his bountiful offering, and his desirable toy. The large bed in this room had been the sight of countless debauchery and while he had not planned on further today, he supposed it could endure exposure to yet another sin.
“Thank you for coming to see me,” he offered with a soft smile, looking upon him. “There was something I wanted to discuss with you, in fact,” he began, his eyes drifting from the wine to the woman beside him, and a little bit of the old Elias, with his little climbing smirk, seemed to return to his sharp features. If anyone could remind him of what joys he once knew in this world, it would certainly be Rafail above all others.
“But I should not be rude; what did you come to discuss?” he asked, clearly preferring to see just what his cousin might have yet in mind.
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The arrival was one made without overmuch fanfare by the house staff, which seemed… depleted, as if many of the caretakers that should have once swarmed this home like worker bees in a colony had simply flitted away. Their fortune, indeed, was in great challenge, and their stature in defeat, and many had turned to other offers with haste. But those who remained were nonplussed by this not entirely unexpected appearance of the lush seeking his lush friend of old. But while they usually would send word quickly, this time an older man strode forward to explain that Elias had insisted he not be disturbed and that he was in his chambers.
This, of course, was unlikely to stop Rafail from storming those very chambers, unmindful of his cousin’s preferences when they were in conflict with his own. Good man, that bullish, bold Rafail.
While Rafail may have dressed as exquisitely as he ever did, favoring his fashion and styles that were an endless point of gossip and jealous staring by the countless admirers and despisers that the scion of Marikas had accumulated, Elias decidedly did not. Dressed in the absolute plainest of whites, he was blandly dressed as one might on their days lounging around their estate, for that was little but what he had now. There was no point in his displays of ostentatious dress, and when he found his way directed to his cousin’s chambers, the man looked like someone entirely different from the Princeling he had last seen all but dragged free from the Senate.
His face had developed a bit of a growth, an unshorn beard’s first hints helping to frame him with a more dangerous handsomeness than he normally possessed, and lacking in his own outrageously bold and fashionable style that matched Rafail so completely, he seemed almost normal. There was a maturity in him visibly that had seemed to grow in overnight. But then, his entire life had been upended since the last time they spoke, and his meals since had subsisted almost entirely of anger anger and misery. A diet can change a great deal in one’s demeanor.
Turning to face the approaching blond degenerate, he stood from his chair at the desk he had been seated before, and laid a book upon the script he had been writing, unmindful of what messing he might have made of the ink there. A simple bow of his head was offered to his friend, as he took in the bounty that was presented. Two large jugs of wine, it seemed, and a woman with a very lovely pair herself. His eyes could not help but drink in all three of the prizes before him: his beautiful cousin, his bountiful offering, and his desirable toy. The large bed in this room had been the sight of countless debauchery and while he had not planned on further today, he supposed it could endure exposure to yet another sin.
“Thank you for coming to see me,” he offered with a soft smile, looking upon him. “There was something I wanted to discuss with you, in fact,” he began, his eyes drifting from the wine to the woman beside him, and a little bit of the old Elias, with his little climbing smirk, seemed to return to his sharp features. If anyone could remind him of what joys he once knew in this world, it would certainly be Rafail above all others.
“But I should not be rude; what did you come to discuss?” he asked, clearly preferring to see just what his cousin might have yet in mind.
The arrival was one made without overmuch fanfare by the house staff, which seemed… depleted, as if many of the caretakers that should have once swarmed this home like worker bees in a colony had simply flitted away. Their fortune, indeed, was in great challenge, and their stature in defeat, and many had turned to other offers with haste. But those who remained were nonplussed by this not entirely unexpected appearance of the lush seeking his lush friend of old. But while they usually would send word quickly, this time an older man strode forward to explain that Elias had insisted he not be disturbed and that he was in his chambers.
This, of course, was unlikely to stop Rafail from storming those very chambers, unmindful of his cousin’s preferences when they were in conflict with his own. Good man, that bullish, bold Rafail.
While Rafail may have dressed as exquisitely as he ever did, favoring his fashion and styles that were an endless point of gossip and jealous staring by the countless admirers and despisers that the scion of Marikas had accumulated, Elias decidedly did not. Dressed in the absolute plainest of whites, he was blandly dressed as one might on their days lounging around their estate, for that was little but what he had now. There was no point in his displays of ostentatious dress, and when he found his way directed to his cousin’s chambers, the man looked like someone entirely different from the Princeling he had last seen all but dragged free from the Senate.
His face had developed a bit of a growth, an unshorn beard’s first hints helping to frame him with a more dangerous handsomeness than he normally possessed, and lacking in his own outrageously bold and fashionable style that matched Rafail so completely, he seemed almost normal. There was a maturity in him visibly that had seemed to grow in overnight. But then, his entire life had been upended since the last time they spoke, and his meals since had subsisted almost entirely of anger anger and misery. A diet can change a great deal in one’s demeanor.
Turning to face the approaching blond degenerate, he stood from his chair at the desk he had been seated before, and laid a book upon the script he had been writing, unmindful of what messing he might have made of the ink there. A simple bow of his head was offered to his friend, as he took in the bounty that was presented. Two large jugs of wine, it seemed, and a woman with a very lovely pair herself. His eyes could not help but drink in all three of the prizes before him: his beautiful cousin, his bountiful offering, and his desirable toy. The large bed in this room had been the sight of countless debauchery and while he had not planned on further today, he supposed it could endure exposure to yet another sin.
“Thank you for coming to see me,” he offered with a soft smile, looking upon him. “There was something I wanted to discuss with you, in fact,” he began, his eyes drifting from the wine to the woman beside him, and a little bit of the old Elias, with his little climbing smirk, seemed to return to his sharp features. If anyone could remind him of what joys he once knew in this world, it would certainly be Rafail above all others.
“But I should not be rude; what did you come to discuss?” he asked, clearly preferring to see just what his cousin might have yet in mind.
As though Rafail was supposed to be interested in what the servants had to say. He had not come all this way from the Marikas home to be told that his cousin was otherwise preoccupied lurking within his chambers and did not care for visitors. He had waved aside any concerns raised by the elderly servant and stormed past to enter the house outright, striding up to Elias's rooms with little regard for any who attempted to stop him. He was a royal lord, those of lesser status had no bearing on him.
He would not deny that Elias's appearance surprised him almost as much as the original proceedings of the Senate had. He had not assumed that a loss of nobility would lead to a complete lack of any fashion sense, for even Rafail would never have dared be seen in such a coarse-featured a chiton, and most unquestionably never in white. For white was a peasant's colour, for those incapable of affording any colourful silks, and he would not even allow the staff in his household to see him dressed anything less than as magnificently as he deserved through his title.
Rafail would not even comment on the beard.
Evidently, his friend had something of import to discuss, and the Marikas had no doubts that it would indeed be significant but, on this occasion, he wished to distract him from such troubles before anything serious was brought up. Pressing matters were more comfortable to talk through with a good drink and a woman, that much was for sure.
"Well, I could not leave my closest friend and favoured cousin alone in his time of need. But, brother, do not tell others I have offered you such kindness, I cannot have my reputation crushed and every beggar in Athenia on my tail." Rafail chuckled, offering his cousin a wink as he turned to the guard who had attended him on this journey, motioning for the man to step towards them.
"Gifts," he announced as the jugs were brought forward and set down, waving the man away so that he might wait outside now that he had served his purpose. "I thought perhaps, given your current...misfortune...you might desire some cheering, and I have brought you some of our best wine. I would know - it's from Papa's private stores." Not that Papa should mind too much: so long as he didn't know, it shouldn't matter and, besides, Rafail was sure he wouldn't be bothered to argue if he did discover it. "Oh, and this lovely specimen..." He smirked, an arm sliding around the woman to tug her closer so that she was almost pressed against him, still so stupidly giggling as though she knew not how to do much else. "Eudora. I thought it quite the fitting name, hm?"
With a gentle hand on the small of her back, Rafail pushed the woman towards Elias, willing to let his friend take her before he as consolation for all he had been made to suffer these recent days. His gaze shifting to the two large jars of wine, he widened his grin, uninterested in being infected with any of this sense of melancholy. "Now. Have someone pour us some of this delicious wine and tell me what it was you wished to discuss. I'm sure you must have plenty to say after all that has transpired."
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As though Rafail was supposed to be interested in what the servants had to say. He had not come all this way from the Marikas home to be told that his cousin was otherwise preoccupied lurking within his chambers and did not care for visitors. He had waved aside any concerns raised by the elderly servant and stormed past to enter the house outright, striding up to Elias's rooms with little regard for any who attempted to stop him. He was a royal lord, those of lesser status had no bearing on him.
He would not deny that Elias's appearance surprised him almost as much as the original proceedings of the Senate had. He had not assumed that a loss of nobility would lead to a complete lack of any fashion sense, for even Rafail would never have dared be seen in such a coarse-featured a chiton, and most unquestionably never in white. For white was a peasant's colour, for those incapable of affording any colourful silks, and he would not even allow the staff in his household to see him dressed anything less than as magnificently as he deserved through his title.
Rafail would not even comment on the beard.
Evidently, his friend had something of import to discuss, and the Marikas had no doubts that it would indeed be significant but, on this occasion, he wished to distract him from such troubles before anything serious was brought up. Pressing matters were more comfortable to talk through with a good drink and a woman, that much was for sure.
"Well, I could not leave my closest friend and favoured cousin alone in his time of need. But, brother, do not tell others I have offered you such kindness, I cannot have my reputation crushed and every beggar in Athenia on my tail." Rafail chuckled, offering his cousin a wink as he turned to the guard who had attended him on this journey, motioning for the man to step towards them.
"Gifts," he announced as the jugs were brought forward and set down, waving the man away so that he might wait outside now that he had served his purpose. "I thought perhaps, given your current...misfortune...you might desire some cheering, and I have brought you some of our best wine. I would know - it's from Papa's private stores." Not that Papa should mind too much: so long as he didn't know, it shouldn't matter and, besides, Rafail was sure he wouldn't be bothered to argue if he did discover it. "Oh, and this lovely specimen..." He smirked, an arm sliding around the woman to tug her closer so that she was almost pressed against him, still so stupidly giggling as though she knew not how to do much else. "Eudora. I thought it quite the fitting name, hm?"
With a gentle hand on the small of her back, Rafail pushed the woman towards Elias, willing to let his friend take her before he as consolation for all he had been made to suffer these recent days. His gaze shifting to the two large jars of wine, he widened his grin, uninterested in being infected with any of this sense of melancholy. "Now. Have someone pour us some of this delicious wine and tell me what it was you wished to discuss. I'm sure you must have plenty to say after all that has transpired."
As though Rafail was supposed to be interested in what the servants had to say. He had not come all this way from the Marikas home to be told that his cousin was otherwise preoccupied lurking within his chambers and did not care for visitors. He had waved aside any concerns raised by the elderly servant and stormed past to enter the house outright, striding up to Elias's rooms with little regard for any who attempted to stop him. He was a royal lord, those of lesser status had no bearing on him.
He would not deny that Elias's appearance surprised him almost as much as the original proceedings of the Senate had. He had not assumed that a loss of nobility would lead to a complete lack of any fashion sense, for even Rafail would never have dared be seen in such a coarse-featured a chiton, and most unquestionably never in white. For white was a peasant's colour, for those incapable of affording any colourful silks, and he would not even allow the staff in his household to see him dressed anything less than as magnificently as he deserved through his title.
Rafail would not even comment on the beard.
Evidently, his friend had something of import to discuss, and the Marikas had no doubts that it would indeed be significant but, on this occasion, he wished to distract him from such troubles before anything serious was brought up. Pressing matters were more comfortable to talk through with a good drink and a woman, that much was for sure.
"Well, I could not leave my closest friend and favoured cousin alone in his time of need. But, brother, do not tell others I have offered you such kindness, I cannot have my reputation crushed and every beggar in Athenia on my tail." Rafail chuckled, offering his cousin a wink as he turned to the guard who had attended him on this journey, motioning for the man to step towards them.
"Gifts," he announced as the jugs were brought forward and set down, waving the man away so that he might wait outside now that he had served his purpose. "I thought perhaps, given your current...misfortune...you might desire some cheering, and I have brought you some of our best wine. I would know - it's from Papa's private stores." Not that Papa should mind too much: so long as he didn't know, it shouldn't matter and, besides, Rafail was sure he wouldn't be bothered to argue if he did discover it. "Oh, and this lovely specimen..." He smirked, an arm sliding around the woman to tug her closer so that she was almost pressed against him, still so stupidly giggling as though she knew not how to do much else. "Eudora. I thought it quite the fitting name, hm?"
With a gentle hand on the small of her back, Rafail pushed the woman towards Elias, willing to let his friend take her before he as consolation for all he had been made to suffer these recent days. His gaze shifting to the two large jars of wine, he widened his grin, uninterested in being infected with any of this sense of melancholy. "Now. Have someone pour us some of this delicious wine and tell me what it was you wished to discuss. I'm sure you must have plenty to say after all that has transpired."
The man bulled his way into Elias’s presence, and Elias appreciated it all told. His cousin had a habit of bulling his way into Elias’s affections in general, and he enjoyed the spirit of camaraderie they had grown through their shared debauchery and aesthetic tastes. Tastes which he might very well have lost, it seemed, by the look of neglect he had provided when Rafail burst in upon his sanctuary that this room of his had become.
It seemed that for Elias, too, his fabrics had offended him. Because after regarding the empty-headed diversion offered for his enjoyment, the humiliated and disenfranchised Lord shucked his cloth and let it slip down off of his shoulders and fall to the ground below. While he lost much of his appetite for meal, it had not been long enough to fray his impressive musculature, and the tamping of hunger for food had seemed to do nothing to quell his appetite for other things. His arousal grew clear, as Elias shamelessly disrobed and approached this ‘lovely specimen’ presented to him. A single hand dropped to find his broad manhood, and his hand slid across it as he brought it further towards its peak.
“We can handle the wine ourselves. I’ve glasses on the table for you and I,” he suggested to Rafail. While he had not been drunken, wine was still a comfort he had taken in the recent days, and the supplies for more of it were readily at hand. But he grasped one of the jugs of wine from his friend, with a wicked smile, and lifted it to his lips as he unstopped it, tossing the stopper away entirely. He drank it heedlessly, allowing it to spill past his lips, staining his chin and cheeks like blood, which dripped down his chest. As he looked down the path the wine took, his lips curved even wider, and he looked to the gift before him.
Lowering, he leaned back slightly, and turned the wine against his stomach. It slowly ran a river down his defined abdomen, chasing the valleys between his muscles and its cool liquid rushed over his engorged shaft, the wine spilling down its heavy length, as he looked upon the lady Eudora. “That is your drink,” he suggested to Eudora, and nodded his head towards the ground, expecting her to take to her knees and enjoy the drink offered. His eyes cut back to Rafail while his strong hand reached forward to stroke against her cheek, letting his golden eyes burn into Rafail’s playful gaze. He specifically wanted to regard his friend while he gained his own pleasure.
“I am not done,” he told his friend, choosing the words he’d offer so soon hesitantly. “And I have hopes that you, and your family, may exalt again. With Persephone on the throne, your family loses its own proximity to power as you shift behind every woman in authority. I think in this, we are aligned, Marikas and Xanthos. I will do what I can to bring you with me as I … rise,” he gasped the last word as her mouth finally committed itself to what he had expected of it.
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The man bulled his way into Elias’s presence, and Elias appreciated it all told. His cousin had a habit of bulling his way into Elias’s affections in general, and he enjoyed the spirit of camaraderie they had grown through their shared debauchery and aesthetic tastes. Tastes which he might very well have lost, it seemed, by the look of neglect he had provided when Rafail burst in upon his sanctuary that this room of his had become.
It seemed that for Elias, too, his fabrics had offended him. Because after regarding the empty-headed diversion offered for his enjoyment, the humiliated and disenfranchised Lord shucked his cloth and let it slip down off of his shoulders and fall to the ground below. While he lost much of his appetite for meal, it had not been long enough to fray his impressive musculature, and the tamping of hunger for food had seemed to do nothing to quell his appetite for other things. His arousal grew clear, as Elias shamelessly disrobed and approached this ‘lovely specimen’ presented to him. A single hand dropped to find his broad manhood, and his hand slid across it as he brought it further towards its peak.
“We can handle the wine ourselves. I’ve glasses on the table for you and I,” he suggested to Rafail. While he had not been drunken, wine was still a comfort he had taken in the recent days, and the supplies for more of it were readily at hand. But he grasped one of the jugs of wine from his friend, with a wicked smile, and lifted it to his lips as he unstopped it, tossing the stopper away entirely. He drank it heedlessly, allowing it to spill past his lips, staining his chin and cheeks like blood, which dripped down his chest. As he looked down the path the wine took, his lips curved even wider, and he looked to the gift before him.
Lowering, he leaned back slightly, and turned the wine against his stomach. It slowly ran a river down his defined abdomen, chasing the valleys between his muscles and its cool liquid rushed over his engorged shaft, the wine spilling down its heavy length, as he looked upon the lady Eudora. “That is your drink,” he suggested to Eudora, and nodded his head towards the ground, expecting her to take to her knees and enjoy the drink offered. His eyes cut back to Rafail while his strong hand reached forward to stroke against her cheek, letting his golden eyes burn into Rafail’s playful gaze. He specifically wanted to regard his friend while he gained his own pleasure.
“I am not done,” he told his friend, choosing the words he’d offer so soon hesitantly. “And I have hopes that you, and your family, may exalt again. With Persephone on the throne, your family loses its own proximity to power as you shift behind every woman in authority. I think in this, we are aligned, Marikas and Xanthos. I will do what I can to bring you with me as I … rise,” he gasped the last word as her mouth finally committed itself to what he had expected of it.
The man bulled his way into Elias’s presence, and Elias appreciated it all told. His cousin had a habit of bulling his way into Elias’s affections in general, and he enjoyed the spirit of camaraderie they had grown through their shared debauchery and aesthetic tastes. Tastes which he might very well have lost, it seemed, by the look of neglect he had provided when Rafail burst in upon his sanctuary that this room of his had become.
It seemed that for Elias, too, his fabrics had offended him. Because after regarding the empty-headed diversion offered for his enjoyment, the humiliated and disenfranchised Lord shucked his cloth and let it slip down off of his shoulders and fall to the ground below. While he lost much of his appetite for meal, it had not been long enough to fray his impressive musculature, and the tamping of hunger for food had seemed to do nothing to quell his appetite for other things. His arousal grew clear, as Elias shamelessly disrobed and approached this ‘lovely specimen’ presented to him. A single hand dropped to find his broad manhood, and his hand slid across it as he brought it further towards its peak.
“We can handle the wine ourselves. I’ve glasses on the table for you and I,” he suggested to Rafail. While he had not been drunken, wine was still a comfort he had taken in the recent days, and the supplies for more of it were readily at hand. But he grasped one of the jugs of wine from his friend, with a wicked smile, and lifted it to his lips as he unstopped it, tossing the stopper away entirely. He drank it heedlessly, allowing it to spill past his lips, staining his chin and cheeks like blood, which dripped down his chest. As he looked down the path the wine took, his lips curved even wider, and he looked to the gift before him.
Lowering, he leaned back slightly, and turned the wine against his stomach. It slowly ran a river down his defined abdomen, chasing the valleys between his muscles and its cool liquid rushed over his engorged shaft, the wine spilling down its heavy length, as he looked upon the lady Eudora. “That is your drink,” he suggested to Eudora, and nodded his head towards the ground, expecting her to take to her knees and enjoy the drink offered. His eyes cut back to Rafail while his strong hand reached forward to stroke against her cheek, letting his golden eyes burn into Rafail’s playful gaze. He specifically wanted to regard his friend while he gained his own pleasure.
“I am not done,” he told his friend, choosing the words he’d offer so soon hesitantly. “And I have hopes that you, and your family, may exalt again. With Persephone on the throne, your family loses its own proximity to power as you shift behind every woman in authority. I think in this, we are aligned, Marikas and Xanthos. I will do what I can to bring you with me as I … rise,” he gasped the last word as her mouth finally committed itself to what he had expected of it.
Crossing to the table Elias had indicated as the man stripped down - Rafail was not so bothered by his friend's naked form as he might have been by another man's; it was a sight he'd seen plenty of times in the past - he poured himself a goblet of the thick red drink. He considered himself too refined to drink the liquid directly from the jar he had brought, at least until he had had a fair few glasses, and then there was no telling what he might do. There had been a decent few drunken adventures he now found himself unable to recount.
"Don't waste too much of my wine on her," Rafail complained, eyes shifting to watch the way Eudora knelt before his friend and wrapped her lips around his manhood. It may well have been little more than a cruel game designed to lead her into the act, but the Marikas saw no use in sharing his expensive gifts with a girl who had been hired for no purpose other than to fuck them. "She's never tasted something so fine, and you wouldn't want her disorientated with her teeth so close to your dick." He chuckled at the thought, horrific though it might have seemed, seating himself on the comfortable bed and leaning back so that he remained propped up on one elbow, the heavy goblet in his other hand.
The visit had been intended as amicable, reassuring in his suffering, but there was never avoiding business, and the older of the two men supposed one couldn't argue said business came accompanied by such an attractive woman eager to please and an unmeasurable quantity of wine. If only all Senate meetings could be as entertaining as this, although the conversation did not exactly begin in a manner he would have chosen. The Marikas barely wanted to hear about how his family had been pushed further back in the line of succession thanks to the stupid voting decisions of the other men in the Senate.
"I would agree that we share similar ideals," he agreed, his gaze moving from Eudora's golden tresses to look Elias in the eye, lips curling upwards into a rare sort of smile as he heard his words. "And as I am sure I must have mentioned in the past, I do not doubt your vision for success. That said, I appreciate the sentiment." After all, Rafail would not lie and act as though he did not care for power. He craved it just as much as his cousin, though he was substantially less willing to put in the work. "I hope you know you can have faith in me to provide for you as necessary in your endeavour, just as I hope I have today."
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Crossing to the table Elias had indicated as the man stripped down - Rafail was not so bothered by his friend's naked form as he might have been by another man's; it was a sight he'd seen plenty of times in the past - he poured himself a goblet of the thick red drink. He considered himself too refined to drink the liquid directly from the jar he had brought, at least until he had had a fair few glasses, and then there was no telling what he might do. There had been a decent few drunken adventures he now found himself unable to recount.
"Don't waste too much of my wine on her," Rafail complained, eyes shifting to watch the way Eudora knelt before his friend and wrapped her lips around his manhood. It may well have been little more than a cruel game designed to lead her into the act, but the Marikas saw no use in sharing his expensive gifts with a girl who had been hired for no purpose other than to fuck them. "She's never tasted something so fine, and you wouldn't want her disorientated with her teeth so close to your dick." He chuckled at the thought, horrific though it might have seemed, seating himself on the comfortable bed and leaning back so that he remained propped up on one elbow, the heavy goblet in his other hand.
The visit had been intended as amicable, reassuring in his suffering, but there was never avoiding business, and the older of the two men supposed one couldn't argue said business came accompanied by such an attractive woman eager to please and an unmeasurable quantity of wine. If only all Senate meetings could be as entertaining as this, although the conversation did not exactly begin in a manner he would have chosen. The Marikas barely wanted to hear about how his family had been pushed further back in the line of succession thanks to the stupid voting decisions of the other men in the Senate.
"I would agree that we share similar ideals," he agreed, his gaze moving from Eudora's golden tresses to look Elias in the eye, lips curling upwards into a rare sort of smile as he heard his words. "And as I am sure I must have mentioned in the past, I do not doubt your vision for success. That said, I appreciate the sentiment." After all, Rafail would not lie and act as though he did not care for power. He craved it just as much as his cousin, though he was substantially less willing to put in the work. "I hope you know you can have faith in me to provide for you as necessary in your endeavour, just as I hope I have today."
Crossing to the table Elias had indicated as the man stripped down - Rafail was not so bothered by his friend's naked form as he might have been by another man's; it was a sight he'd seen plenty of times in the past - he poured himself a goblet of the thick red drink. He considered himself too refined to drink the liquid directly from the jar he had brought, at least until he had had a fair few glasses, and then there was no telling what he might do. There had been a decent few drunken adventures he now found himself unable to recount.
"Don't waste too much of my wine on her," Rafail complained, eyes shifting to watch the way Eudora knelt before his friend and wrapped her lips around his manhood. It may well have been little more than a cruel game designed to lead her into the act, but the Marikas saw no use in sharing his expensive gifts with a girl who had been hired for no purpose other than to fuck them. "She's never tasted something so fine, and you wouldn't want her disorientated with her teeth so close to your dick." He chuckled at the thought, horrific though it might have seemed, seating himself on the comfortable bed and leaning back so that he remained propped up on one elbow, the heavy goblet in his other hand.
The visit had been intended as amicable, reassuring in his suffering, but there was never avoiding business, and the older of the two men supposed one couldn't argue said business came accompanied by such an attractive woman eager to please and an unmeasurable quantity of wine. If only all Senate meetings could be as entertaining as this, although the conversation did not exactly begin in a manner he would have chosen. The Marikas barely wanted to hear about how his family had been pushed further back in the line of succession thanks to the stupid voting decisions of the other men in the Senate.
"I would agree that we share similar ideals," he agreed, his gaze moving from Eudora's golden tresses to look Elias in the eye, lips curling upwards into a rare sort of smile as he heard his words. "And as I am sure I must have mentioned in the past, I do not doubt your vision for success. That said, I appreciate the sentiment." After all, Rafail would not lie and act as though he did not care for power. He craved it just as much as his cousin, though he was substantially less willing to put in the work. "I hope you know you can have faith in me to provide for you as necessary in your endeavour, just as I hope I have today."
Elias granted him a scornful glower at being policed on how to take a gift, lifting the jug up in the air with some incredulity. Gesturing to it with his free hand, which he demanded a glass for from Raif when the man came closer, he shook his head. Pouring the wine now, but a bit sloppily, excess of it splashing down to further stain the woman on her knees who had already long since finished consuming the wine she could gain from the man who all but owned her for this night. "What good is a gift, if it comes with strings attached? Frankly, if someone is willing to suck my cock, I am unworried of their station in life before I share with them my wine," he deflected the man's casual orders, groaning suddenly and thrusting his hips forward. While his eyes never broke from Raif's even during those exaltations, Eudora audibly gagged on him as he granted her far too much of his prodigious gifts that Apollo had granted him (and without the same condemnations Raif's had come with).
Collecting himself, he finished filling his glass and took a long drink of it while moaning lewdly at the end of his drink, before refilling his glass again, nodding his head in thanks to his cousin for the drink, while letting their eyes continue to burn in a gaze they shared. Putting down the jug on a precarious railing nearby, just wide enough to balance the base, he moved his hand down to thread through her hair and began to work her forcefully over him, encouraging the gagging sounds she offered. More delicately drinking this second spill of wine, he rallied himself to continue to discuss the business that could not be overlooked. Raif was his best tie to the house with which Stravos had no love lost, and would be crucial in securing any alliance they would need once the dust had settled.
"Know that it is best you not know what path will see the house of Stravos exalted again," he assured his cousin, grunting as his hips rose in their speed as he kept her head pinned to his waist, choking her on his girth that had slipped so fully down her throat as he did his best to hasten the approach of his inevitability. "But you should begin to sway opinion that support would be in their interests if winds change. That I want our families... to prosper... together," he assured him, his voice growing thick with his pending satisfaction, madness clouding his mind as his eyes finally broke from Raif and closed tightly, fist knotting in the whore's hair to urge her almost violently over him.
For a man with absolute disgrace in his recent history, he acted with a conviction and certainty that whispered of something he knew that others did not. These were not discussions he granted of potential - these were promises that simply offered little more information. He commanded his words, just as he did this woman thrown to him and preyed upon so mercilessly.
His flaming golden eyes snapped open again as he sought his cousin's striking blue orbs. "You will rise with me, Raif," he whispered, before that gaze snapped free of his brother-in-arms to find the ceiling when his pleasure peaked too sharply. Moaning lewdly, he choked her fully on him as he found his peak, and released the swell of his desire, flooding her with the proof of it. Releasing her, she choked, coughed, and gagged as she slipped free of him, her lips messy with the product of his lust, and he took a sharp breath before finishing his drink. Helping lift her from her knees once she showed signs of her attempts to stand, he brought her forth, to claim her lips with his, granting her more wine through their embrace as he relished the taste of himself upon her kiss.
But that kiss was brief, before he whispered in her ears. Tear-stricken from the process on her knees, she seemed no less wanton and willing, as she turned to obey and moved to find Raif and grant him that same kiss, but deeper, she offered Elias, who approached behind her, his hands reaching to stroke up her body and kiss at her neck while she pressed herself in turn against her purchaser.
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Elias granted him a scornful glower at being policed on how to take a gift, lifting the jug up in the air with some incredulity. Gesturing to it with his free hand, which he demanded a glass for from Raif when the man came closer, he shook his head. Pouring the wine now, but a bit sloppily, excess of it splashing down to further stain the woman on her knees who had already long since finished consuming the wine she could gain from the man who all but owned her for this night. "What good is a gift, if it comes with strings attached? Frankly, if someone is willing to suck my cock, I am unworried of their station in life before I share with them my wine," he deflected the man's casual orders, groaning suddenly and thrusting his hips forward. While his eyes never broke from Raif's even during those exaltations, Eudora audibly gagged on him as he granted her far too much of his prodigious gifts that Apollo had granted him (and without the same condemnations Raif's had come with).
Collecting himself, he finished filling his glass and took a long drink of it while moaning lewdly at the end of his drink, before refilling his glass again, nodding his head in thanks to his cousin for the drink, while letting their eyes continue to burn in a gaze they shared. Putting down the jug on a precarious railing nearby, just wide enough to balance the base, he moved his hand down to thread through her hair and began to work her forcefully over him, encouraging the gagging sounds she offered. More delicately drinking this second spill of wine, he rallied himself to continue to discuss the business that could not be overlooked. Raif was his best tie to the house with which Stravos had no love lost, and would be crucial in securing any alliance they would need once the dust had settled.
"Know that it is best you not know what path will see the house of Stravos exalted again," he assured his cousin, grunting as his hips rose in their speed as he kept her head pinned to his waist, choking her on his girth that had slipped so fully down her throat as he did his best to hasten the approach of his inevitability. "But you should begin to sway opinion that support would be in their interests if winds change. That I want our families... to prosper... together," he assured him, his voice growing thick with his pending satisfaction, madness clouding his mind as his eyes finally broke from Raif and closed tightly, fist knotting in the whore's hair to urge her almost violently over him.
For a man with absolute disgrace in his recent history, he acted with a conviction and certainty that whispered of something he knew that others did not. These were not discussions he granted of potential - these were promises that simply offered little more information. He commanded his words, just as he did this woman thrown to him and preyed upon so mercilessly.
His flaming golden eyes snapped open again as he sought his cousin's striking blue orbs. "You will rise with me, Raif," he whispered, before that gaze snapped free of his brother-in-arms to find the ceiling when his pleasure peaked too sharply. Moaning lewdly, he choked her fully on him as he found his peak, and released the swell of his desire, flooding her with the proof of it. Releasing her, she choked, coughed, and gagged as she slipped free of him, her lips messy with the product of his lust, and he took a sharp breath before finishing his drink. Helping lift her from her knees once she showed signs of her attempts to stand, he brought her forth, to claim her lips with his, granting her more wine through their embrace as he relished the taste of himself upon her kiss.
But that kiss was brief, before he whispered in her ears. Tear-stricken from the process on her knees, she seemed no less wanton and willing, as she turned to obey and moved to find Raif and grant him that same kiss, but deeper, she offered Elias, who approached behind her, his hands reaching to stroke up her body and kiss at her neck while she pressed herself in turn against her purchaser.
Elias granted him a scornful glower at being policed on how to take a gift, lifting the jug up in the air with some incredulity. Gesturing to it with his free hand, which he demanded a glass for from Raif when the man came closer, he shook his head. Pouring the wine now, but a bit sloppily, excess of it splashing down to further stain the woman on her knees who had already long since finished consuming the wine she could gain from the man who all but owned her for this night. "What good is a gift, if it comes with strings attached? Frankly, if someone is willing to suck my cock, I am unworried of their station in life before I share with them my wine," he deflected the man's casual orders, groaning suddenly and thrusting his hips forward. While his eyes never broke from Raif's even during those exaltations, Eudora audibly gagged on him as he granted her far too much of his prodigious gifts that Apollo had granted him (and without the same condemnations Raif's had come with).
Collecting himself, he finished filling his glass and took a long drink of it while moaning lewdly at the end of his drink, before refilling his glass again, nodding his head in thanks to his cousin for the drink, while letting their eyes continue to burn in a gaze they shared. Putting down the jug on a precarious railing nearby, just wide enough to balance the base, he moved his hand down to thread through her hair and began to work her forcefully over him, encouraging the gagging sounds she offered. More delicately drinking this second spill of wine, he rallied himself to continue to discuss the business that could not be overlooked. Raif was his best tie to the house with which Stravos had no love lost, and would be crucial in securing any alliance they would need once the dust had settled.
"Know that it is best you not know what path will see the house of Stravos exalted again," he assured his cousin, grunting as his hips rose in their speed as he kept her head pinned to his waist, choking her on his girth that had slipped so fully down her throat as he did his best to hasten the approach of his inevitability. "But you should begin to sway opinion that support would be in their interests if winds change. That I want our families... to prosper... together," he assured him, his voice growing thick with his pending satisfaction, madness clouding his mind as his eyes finally broke from Raif and closed tightly, fist knotting in the whore's hair to urge her almost violently over him.
For a man with absolute disgrace in his recent history, he acted with a conviction and certainty that whispered of something he knew that others did not. These were not discussions he granted of potential - these were promises that simply offered little more information. He commanded his words, just as he did this woman thrown to him and preyed upon so mercilessly.
His flaming golden eyes snapped open again as he sought his cousin's striking blue orbs. "You will rise with me, Raif," he whispered, before that gaze snapped free of his brother-in-arms to find the ceiling when his pleasure peaked too sharply. Moaning lewdly, he choked her fully on him as he found his peak, and released the swell of his desire, flooding her with the proof of it. Releasing her, she choked, coughed, and gagged as she slipped free of him, her lips messy with the product of his lust, and he took a sharp breath before finishing his drink. Helping lift her from her knees once she showed signs of her attempts to stand, he brought her forth, to claim her lips with his, granting her more wine through their embrace as he relished the taste of himself upon her kiss.
But that kiss was brief, before he whispered in her ears. Tear-stricken from the process on her knees, she seemed no less wanton and willing, as she turned to obey and moved to find Raif and grant him that same kiss, but deeper, she offered Elias, who approached behind her, his hands reaching to stroke up her body and kiss at her neck while she pressed herself in turn against her purchaser.
