Eternal
Year 32
You look for a seat on the palace balcony to watch Roldan’s big parade celebration.
Well actually it’s supposed an anniversary of the Felkan Kingdom’s demise, but due to Roldan’s important role in the war and his popularity with the people he’s certainly the major focus.
Yes, Roldan’s certainly made advances since the Felkan War ended. He got assigned to wipe out the rest of the gnoll tribes in the west. Something you figured you’d get assigned to do considering you did have something to do with beating back those mongrel men in the first place.
Instead, the Emperor has been keeping you closer to home. With the recently acquired Felkan territory and the westward expansion, the Eyes are a little stretched so you’ve mostly been trying to eliminate the new bandit havens popping up in the old Felkan territory along with helping to fend off any desperate gnoll raids that attempt to sneak through. You’re also supposed to be making sure the new “citizens” aren’t planning to rebel, but given how badly they were beaten down, they’re just glad that you’re allowing them to live. So far no seditious activity has been detected.
You’re not jealous of Roldan, it’s just that you figured you’d be something a lot more important after the Felkan War. You’d rather be out there conquering new lands for the Emperor and getting into the heat of battles rather than playing super sentinel. At least if you were in active battle it would keep your mind from wandering to thoughts of Alison. It seems like not a day goes by where you don’t think about her.
Even right now as you sit waiting for the parade she dwells in your thoughts, until you hear that old familiar and unwelcome voice…
“Hey lover, figured you’d be here. Jacob’s been looking for you. He won’t shut up about how proud he is of Roldan and how he’s so happy about this farce of a celebration.”
You ignore Mistress, but she keeps talking.
“He also has Roldan’s wife Brenda with him. One of your old classmates as you know. She’s aged horribly. I mean this is a celebration; the least she could do is attempt to fix herself up rather than stomping around in combat boots and inadequately polished armor like a common soldier. I mean just because you have a lowly status doesn’t mean you always have to look the part. Oh well, I suppose if one doesn’t know, one never will. But enough about her, how have you been?”
Mistress sits down next to you and puts her arm around your shoulder. You continue to try to ignore her.
“Oh come on, you can’t still be mad at me. You enjoyed our time together. If you hadn’t you wouldn’t have wisely made your decision to split with that little shield maiden of yours. I mean I’ll grant you that she had a certain rustic charm that you sometimes find in lesser creatures, but you knew deep down that she wasn’t for you. Hey, I’ve got an idea why don’t you and I go back to your private quarters and relive some old times? Has to be more appealing than watching this pointless exercise in patriotism. I’ll even let you ejaculate in my mouth and swallow your sweet essence. Come on, I KNOW you’d enjoy that. Seeing me on my knees and debasing myself for you in such a manner. You’d be totally in control. Or maybe you could just bend me over raw and brutally penetrate my…”
At this point you can’t ignore her anymore and you brush her arm off of you and stand up.
“Stay away from me. I’m only going to tell you once.” You say, but Mistress just sits there and smiles.
“And what if I don’t? Will you promise to punish me long and hard?”
Mistress says a few more vulgar things causing a bit of a scene for the other spectators. You don’t know if you’ll even be able to stick around for this celebration. You weren’t in the best of moods before and Mistress’ presence is making it worse.
You look for a seat on the palace balcony to watch Roldan’s big parade celebration.
Well actually it’s supposed an anniversary of the Felkan Kingdom’s demise, but due to Roldan’s important role in the war and his popularity with the people he’s certainly the major focus.
Yes, Roldan’s certainly made advances since the Felkan War ended. He got assigned to wipe out the rest of the gnoll tribes in the west. Something you figured you’d get assigned to do considering you did have something to do with beating back those mongrel men in the first place.
Instead, the Emperor has been keeping you closer to home. With the recently acquired Felkan territory and the westward expansion, the Eyes are a little stretched so you’ve mostly been trying to eliminate the new bandit havens popping up in the old Felkan territory along with helping to fend off any desperate gnoll raids that attempt to sneak through. You’re also supposed to be making sure the new “citizens” aren’t planning to rebel, but given how badly they were beaten down, they’re just glad that you’re allowing them to live. So far no seditious activity has been detected.
You’re not jealous of Roldan, it’s just that you figured you’d be something a lot more important after the Felkan War. You’d rather be out there conquering new lands for the Emperor and getting into the heat of battles rather than playing super sentinel. At least if you were in active battle it would keep your mind from wandering to thoughts of Alison. It seems like not a day goes by where you don’t think about her.
Even right now as you sit waiting for the parade she dwells in your thoughts, until you hear that old familiar and unwelcome voice…
“Hey lover, figured you’d be here. Jacob’s been looking for you. He won’t shut up about how proud he is of Roldan and how he’s so happy about this farce of a celebration.”
You ignore Mistress, but she keeps talking.
“He also has Roldan’s wife Brenda with him. One of your old classmates as you know. She’s aged horribly. I mean this is a celebration; the least she could do is attempt to fix herself up rather than stomping around in combat boots and inadequately polished armor like a common soldier. I mean just because you have a lowly status doesn’t mean you always have to look the part. Oh well, I suppose if one doesn’t know, one never will. But enough about her, how have you been?”
Mistress sits down next to you and puts her arm around your shoulder. You continue to try to ignore her.
“Oh come on, you can’t still be mad at me. You enjoyed our time together. If you hadn’t you wouldn’t have wisely made your decision to split with that little shield maiden of yours. I mean I’ll grant you that she had a certain rustic charm that you sometimes find in lesser creatures, but you knew deep down that she wasn’t for you. Hey, I’ve got an idea why don’t you and I go back to your private quarters and relive some old times? Has to be more appealing than watching this pointless exercise in patriotism. I’ll even let you ejaculate in my mouth and swallow your sweet essence. Come on, I KNOW you’d enjoy that. Seeing me on my knees and debasing myself for you in such a manner. You’d be totally in control. Or maybe you could just bend me over raw and brutally penetrate my…”
At this point you can’t ignore her anymore and you brush her arm off of you and stand up.
“Stay away from me. I’m only going to tell you once.” You say, but Mistress just sits there and smiles.
“And what if I don’t? Will you promise to punish me long and hard?”
Mistress says a few more vulgar things causing a bit of a scene for the other spectators. You don’t know if you’ll even be able to stick around for this celebration. You weren’t in the best of moods before and Mistress’ presence is making it worse.