"The punishment is whatever I make it, and I fully intend on upholding it. You belong to<em>me</em>, no one else."<br/><br/>The heavy doors to his chambers shut with an audible click. A small bell with a pullcord lay just to the right of the large hinge so that any servants wishing entry could ring to announce their presence from the other side. The last thing that he wanted was to be interrupted mid-fuck by a servant asking if he needed anything. Not that he minded. Darius had very little to hide. As his new Mistress made herself at home, he tugged the thick leather armor back over his head and tossed it haphazardly in the direction of the wooden bust that it normally lay over top of.<br/><br/>"We damn well better. My fortress is withering with the loss of the mines, and I'm getting sick of reports of more of my citizens leaving each day. I noticed, yes, but thought nothing of it. Magicking things is your domain, and as long as it works, I have very little interest as to how." Without a second thought, he pulled open the large armoire, and removed the leather skirt. He had anticipated challenge that very morning, but it hadn't come. So there was very little reason to be battle ready for the moment. In full view, his manhood was easily over five inches soft. It was quite clear that the man had very little sense of shame.<br/><br/>Deftly , fur lined leather pants were pulled up over his finely toned thighs and ass, and things were tucked in comfortably before he pulled the drawstring tight. Right on cue, the small silver bell next to the door tinkled announcing the servants presence. "Come in," Darius called in a rather bellowing tone. It was necessary to be heard through the thick stone walls and door. Two women, both decent to look at but nothing special, quickly walked in. Both carried a large steel tray on either hand that had to weigh a good twenty pounds each. All four tarys were laid out on the table in front of Gwen without a word.<br/><br/>As quickly as they had come, the two women exited the room with respectful nods to both their Warlord and his new Mistress. "Eat your fill woman. This little bounty is a portion of what was raided from Andral's stores last night. There's plenty more, so no guilt should be had." Standing behind her by that point, he placed a hand on her shoulder to reach for a stem of grapes that still had dew on them.