<strong>Matrons bedroom suite/6:00 - 8:00/Micar</strong><br/><br/>HP: 99/89<br/>AC: 20 (flat 19, touch 11)<br/>Status: Normal<br/>Effects: Superior Resistance, Hero's Feast, Voice of the Dragon.<br/><br/>(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs33/f/2008/296/2/c/2c875b10a1248d7fa1a6c3381c6bba2c.jpg)<br/><br/>"The Dread Mistress is rising." Matron Archwinter's personal steward, Pharzaer, announced boldly into the minimalistically decorated harem chamber. Three largely muscled men, two humans one wild elf, rouse themselves quickly. They knew that their Dread Mistress demanded their presence during her waking hours and that she would not be accepting of tardiness.<br/><br/>The Qos Jabbress himself took his time emerging from his meditation. He reached his delicate hand down to the foot of the his bed where the house Weapon Master slept uncovered like a loyal hound. There Abduxuel firmly grabbed the shaft of the massive penis attached to his brother, lover, and guardian. The enhanced member and adjoining balls could not honestly be called Micarmur'ss'. Yes, they were attached to him but Abduxuel owned them, and the Dread Mistress asserted his ownership of them very often. In fact, by the matrons orders, Micarmur'ss hadn't had the satisfaction of shooting a load in almost a decade. He was kept aroused and on edge but never permitted to cross into the orgasm he  craved.<br/><br/>"Get up My Beast." Abduxuel's sultry voice called out. "I've got to prepare my magic. See that our morning meal is ready by time I'm finished."<br/><br/>After his initial routine Abduxuel was dressed in revealing, but exquisitely made, garments of pure white aranea silk. Then he adorned himself with jewels and personal magic items before his enchanted armor was donned and magically transformed into a brilliant ivory color that melted away in choice placed to expose the matron's beautiful lissome body. Lastly Abduxuel's most prized and terrible magic possession was affixed to his thin and gently curving waist.<br/><br/>The Belt of the Dread Empress had four long chains ending in manacles attached to it. Through it's profane power Abduxuel could wrack those attached to it with pain, draining off their life force to fuel his own black magic. The three sturdy wild men, that slept their nights with the matron's harem, lived their days enchained to the belt. "Beast!" The matron called out to his brother. "Don the fourth set of shackles"<br/><br/>A few choice long lasting spells were cast and woven around the Archwinter Matriarch to ensure he was prepared for the day. Then, with no more warning then a cruel laugh, Abduxuel painfully siphoned energy from the men chained to him. His spell of resistance was repowered then quickly expended to ward his "beast"<br/><br/>"Come now my boys. It's going to be another fun filled day...."