An uneasy conversation

“Where do you want me to start?” Reyes replied, still having a hard time convincing himself that he had no rational reason for being ill at ease around his older brother.

“Well, where have you been, what have you been doing?” Eamon’s expression suggested earnest interest in what his brother had been up to over the last few years.

“I’ve been working as a mercenary,” Catching himself trying to shock his brother by that admission, Reyes silently cursed himself for how he suddenly seemed to have gotten five years younger and more immature, and made an effort to sound as calm and collected as possible as he added, “working out of Kamdara and Dunedin, primarily protecting merchant caravans and merchantmen.”

“You’ve been all over Erodoria then?” Eamon smiled, before being the first of them to take a sip of the wine, his lips formed into a thin smile right up till the moment where the glass brushed against them.

“Pretty much,” Reyes nodded, “from Dunedin in the west to Hyrucia in the east, I’ve been all over, with a few exceptions.”

“You’ve never been to Tharros before, have you?” Eamon’s polite question was met by Reyes shaking his head.

“No, Dunedin was exciting enough,” Reyes replied, thinking back to how he’d gotten his Rebbun bow from a silk merchant as a way of thanking him for saving his life.

“What about Qir? You must have travelled to the Jadhi Empire…” Eamon looked at his brother taking a first careful taste of the wine, tasting it in his mouth before finally washing it down his throat.

“No, the Kamdarians I worked for only shipped their goods to Zenderan, never to Qir,” Reyes explained.

“Funny, isn’t it? The two major trade cities of the Jadhi Empire, and they’re both ruled by women,” Eamon dryly observed, “I don’t think old Nicolau would approve of that sort of thing…”

“No, he probably wouldn’t,” Reyes felt the anger rising up inside him for a moment after Eamon had mentioned the Zoracian emperor, but then he managed to calm himself down, and curled his lips into a wry grin as he added, “and as for those two women, rumour has it that they’re both single…”

“Brother, you’re not suggesting that I would ever marry for any reason other than love, are you?” Eamon’s grin was as wry as Reyes’.

“Humour, from you? Tharros must have been good for you!”

“It has,” Eamon replied, before giving Reyes a look that made the blonde archer prepare himself for another bout of their old argument, in which Eamon would invariably accuse of not wanting to make something of himself, and of wasting his life by wandering through it with any goals, before Eamon resumed a more friendly expression and added “Did you ever go to Dannalth?”

“I did,” Reyes answered, thankful for the fact that he wouldn’t have to scream at his brother for being a greedy, shifty bastard, or something of that nature, and he relaxed his muscles and leaned back into the chair.

“What did you make of it?”

“Not much, if I’m honest, just a lot of small villages and a handful of cities. Not much to look at, but the people were reasonably decent, and the place wasn’t as violent as Dunedin. Why?”

“I’m just curious, that’s all,” Eamon explained, and Reyes didn’t believe, though he chose not to press the issue.

“Anyway, what of our family?” Reyes decided that it was time to change the subject, “Have you heard anything from them?”

“I have,” Eamon nodded, “Cirino is trying to keep what little control of Andor that our family has left, though Nicolau is persistent in finding an excuse for getting rid of him, Guiomar is still in charge of the family army, and Ariana is in charge of the Andor treasury, just like she was under father.”

“What about mother?”

“She’s helping Cirino as best she can,” Eamon said, and both he and Reyes fell silent for a second or two while they tried to establish how many squadrons of knights their mother was the equivalent of when she was angry.

“And Edurne?”

“From what I hear, she’s aiming to be the next Andor to be exiled from Zoracia,” Eamon’s face no longer displayed the faintest hint of a smile, “she’s come to the conclusion that the whole system is wrong, and that someone needs to change it.”
Reyes nodded. Edurne had always been his father’s favourite, the only one of his children that could truly get him to loose his cool manner for a moment or two. His **** had struck her particularly hard.

“You seem very well informed about our family, any reason why that is?” Reyes asked Eamon, hoping that he wouldn’t come across as prying.

“I have my sources,” Eamon replied, offering Reyes a smile that strongly suggested that this was another matter that he ought to back away from instead of asking any more questions about it.

“Reyes, I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” Eamon began, while Reyes put aside his glass of wine and listened to what his brother had to say, “but something’s come up, something that I have to deal with straight away.”

“And you don’t want me around while you deal with it?”

“It’s business, quite boring really, and I don’t think you’d enjoy sitting in on the meeting very much,” Eamon explained, as he rose out of his chair and began walking back over towards his imposing desk.

“What kind of business?”

“One of my partners in a business venture I have has decided that I ought to pay for his expenses.”

“And naturally, you don’t agree.”

“Precisely,” Again, a thin smile formed on Eamon’s lips as he picked up a folded piece of paper from his desk and walked back towards the table.

“What’s this?” Reyes asked, as Eamon handed him the piece of paper.

“Go there,” Eamon began, while Reyes unfolded the paper, “ask to see the owner, and tell them I sent you.”

“I’m new in town, remember?” Reyes said as he eyed the detailed directions that Eamon had written for him, before he’d even arrived, “Maybe you should have Vanessa escort me there?”

“Vanessa needs to stay here,” Eamon ignored the humoured smirk that his brother offered him, “but I’m sure you’ll find it own your own.”

“I’m moved by your faith in me,” Reyes declared, while rising to his feet, sensing that his audience with his brother was at an end.

“I thought you would be,” Eamon returned fire, whilst walking back to his desk and pulling a piece of gold-coloured rope that dangled down just behind his chair, with Reyes hearing a bell ringing somewhere just outside his brother’s office.

“You rang?” Vanessa announced, as the statuesque blonde came sauntering into the room after pushing open the doors, leaving Reyes with another opportunity to admire how she filled out her dress with her generous curves.

“Vanessa, my brother is just about to leave. Have Hala escort him to the front door,” Eamon ordered Vanessa, whilst seating himself behind his desk.

“She’s waiting outside,” Vanessa replied, coming across as a paragon of courtesy and professionalism.

“Excellent.”

“Follow me, please,” Vanessa smiled at Reyes, and suddenly she didn’t seem quite so professional anymore.

“Anywhere,” Reyes grinned at the gorgeous blonde, before looking back at his brother and offering him a curt “Brother,” as a farewell.

“I’ll see you later,” Looking back up from the papers on his desk, Eamon nodded at his brother.

As he re-emerged into the corridor outside his brother’s office, Reyes found himself faced with the same lovely brunette who had bared her pussy to him earlier, the chestnut-haired beauty’s face lighting up and her plump, luscious lips being pulled back into a warm, happy smile as soon as she laid eyes upon him.

“Hala,” Vanessa purred out to the young brunette, instantly giving Reyes the impression that the of them knew each other very well indeed, “escort Reyes downstairs, and try not to get distracted by anything.”

Knowing that Eamon was in earshot of her, Hala simply nodded her head in response to Vanessa’s remark, and bit her lip as she looked up to meet Reyes’ gaze.

“So,” Reyes breathed out towards Hala, while Vanessa stepped back into Eamon’s office and closed the doors behind her, “haven’t I seen you before?”

Giggling at Reyes’ question, and doing so in a way that made his rapidly hardening cock twitch, Hala brought her hands down to her thighs and burrowed her fingers in underneath the hemline of her short, tight dress.

“Still an hour left to your meeting,” Vanessa informed Eamon as she strolled up to his desk, swaying her hips seductively as she walked across his office.

“Uh-huh,” Eamon replied, knowing full well how much time they had as he looked up from his papers at the curvaceous woman approaching him, “the downstairs drawing room is ready?”

“I had Hala dust it, and refreshments will be brought there,” Vanessa said as she came sauntering in behind the massive desk.

“Your brother seems nice,” She offered Eamon.

“Don’t tell me you’ve fucked him already,” Eamon said, while admiring Vanessa’s bulging breasts.

“No, but it’s not like I don’t want to,” Vanessa’s face was lit up into a mischievous smile.

“You horny little slut, whatever should I do with you?” Eamon returned Vanessa’s smile as he rose to his feet and turned towards her.

“I can think of a thing or two,” After her husky reply had come trickling out over her juicy lips, Vanessa let slip a throaty moan as Eamon dug his fingers into the neckline of her dress, the blonde merchant’s teeth bared in a lustful snarl as he flexed the muscles in his arms and pulled them back to have the whole front of her dress torn open, causing her huge boobs to burst out into the open as the fabric of the dress was ripped apart all the way down to her bellybutton.

Letting out a delighted yelp as Eamon pulled her towards him, Vanessa had her breasts mashed against his stomach while he leaned his head forwards and planted a tight, hungry kiss on her lips, making her moan into his mouth as he slipped his tongue into hers while his hands travelled down over her powerful, sculpted back to grab hold of her full, firm asscheeks.

Breaking the kiss and offering Eamon a seductive smile, Vanessa pulled away from him and walked back round his desk, being sure to sway her juicy ass behind her as she walked, and to bombard him with several sultry glances over her shoulder while she walked up to the round table made from dark wood, her smiles becoming even more lustful as Eamon began removing his clothes.

After placing herself on the table, her tits cushioned against the smooth wood, Vanessa reached back and grabbed hold of the hem of her dress, hiking it up to showcase how her the back of her crimson v-string thong disappeared in between the buttocks of her heart-shaped ass, and how the tiny, spaghetti-strap waistband of the minuscule garment pressed against the musculature of her thighs.

“Maybe you should fuck my ass,” Vanessa helpfully suggested to Eamon, before releasing a soft, aroused coo as she looked back over her shoulder to find that he was now completely naked as he walked up behind her, his erect cock protruding out from between legs and pointing straight at her juicy ass.