In the lap of luxury...

"Uhu uhu uhu..." You wake up still feeling that hot fox anus tugging on your erection, as your eyes open you see the ornate ceiling soaring high above you. Strangely although the room is by far the most ornate and beautifully crafted place you have ever seen in your life. It somehow looks drab and mundane, compared to the vivid beautiful world you had just left behind... with its green rolling hills and deep dark forests. The wet tugging sensations on your organ are not the divine ecstasy of the Renards anus, yet they seem to have brought you to your peak. "Ahaha gods YEAH!" You moan out loudly, as the rush of orgasm fills you the pleasure making the pain you still felt muted for the moment. Glancing down you see a lump under the blankets bobbing for a moment long, feel the hot throat gulping around your erection. Throwing the covers back you are surprised to see Caelan, you fat green cock still throbbing in his mouth. "Well now... that's a good morning." You grunt as the handsome human's lips slid up your spent organ, the sensation of pleasure almost to much to handle. There is a soft 'Pop' as those full red lip's pull off the big purple head of your thick half Orc cock.

"How are you feeling." The Duke asks you softly, as he slides up beside you resting his head on one of your shoulders. Looking up at you with big adoring eyes, you had hear the term 'Moon eyes' in the past but had never understood it until now. He lift's his face obviously wanting to kiss you, oddly you can still taste the fox's tongue in your mouth. Kissing the human you can taste your own musk and cum on his lip's, it is relievingly normal making you feel better on some level.

"The pain has mostly gone away." You admit feeling oddly nervous, wondering if Caelan was just teasing you with his adoring looks and eager submission. Maybe this was all some kind of crude joke... wouldn't the fox find that amusing. As the Dukes body lays pressed against your side, feeling warm and soft in a way that is very pleasing to you.

"The healers say they have done all they can do... that your body will have to do the rest." Caelan explained nuzzling your armpit, plainly enjoying the natural musk of your body. "You will take it easy for a couple of weeks..." There was a tone of command in his voice then, that made you wonder if the old Caelan was coming back. "Please... I don't want to lose you." The Dukes next words came out pleadingly, like a small child begging his father not to punish him. Licking his lip's once again, Caelan sat up looking around as the door open and a passive faced human servant came into the room.

"Your general has returned Mi' lord." The butler starred off into the distance, his eyes carefully avoiding looking at his naked lord in bed with a naked half Orc commoner. "He has a full report on the investigation so far."

"Thank you Jarvis... inform him I shall be with him momentarily." Caelan grunted climbing out of bed, walking across the room he called another servant to dress. As Jarvis quickly strolled out to return to the waiting general, as you lay there trying to stay awake. But as you watched the middle aged servant dress Caelan, your eye lids drooped closed and darkness washed over you again.

**

You were awoke only a short while later, as a elderly woman brought in a tray of food. Your wide nostrils twitched at the smell, making your belly grumble softly. Sitting the tray down on the bedside table, the old human woman sat on the edge of that huge bed. Looking at it, you realize just this bed was bigger than the room you had grown up in as a child. As you watch in confusion, this woman cuts off a bit of sausage and spears it with a folk. "Alright open up." She said softly looking over into your eyes, suddenly you feel very uncomfortable at being served like this.

"I can feed myself." You grunt trying to sit up a bit, and then wincing as the pain spiked.

"Perhaps you can..." The old human lady snorted, however she was not looking like she was going to allow that. "Or perhaps you would spill your food all over the bed. This way I can be sure it gets in your belly, now open your mouth for me please." Grunting you see her point, if you ruined these fine blankets this poor old lady would no doubt get punished. So you just open your mouth for her, taking the bit of sausage off the folk you chew it slowly. Moaning softly at the greasy meatly taste, it is about the best thing you've ever had. As you watch she feeds you sausage, pale cheese, fried eggs... brown bread and short beer, it isn't the fancy food of nobles. "Yes that's it eat... this is what I would feed my husband when he returned injured from battle." It is just the thing you will need to regain your strength, as you finish the last of it you noticing her studying your face.

"Do you know where you are?" She asked as you gulp down the last of that short beer, the taste of it bitter and delightful.

"Errr... Ranelborg." You reply vaguely, to be honest you have only faint memories of hearing Caelan talk about taking you to his castle.

"You are in the heart of Velmoura castle... in the silver spire keep of the castle. You are resting in the Dukes very own bed." The old woman pointed out firmly, leaning closer to look deeply into your eyes. "What makes you so special... my son has not put anyone ahead of himself in the whole of his life. Not even ahead of his comfort, yet he has given you a common born half Orc his own bed, while he sleeps on a cot nearby."

Velmoura castle... You have heard almost nothing about this secluded forest castle except that it is located on the southern border of the lands of the Forest Reach duchy... Now you partly understand the few rumors about this castle: it is likely that Duke Caelan uses this remote castle for security his elderly mother, who lives here in solitude...

You think: “Probably the Duke would like this elderly woman to be removed from danger and court intrigue...”

The dowager Duchess because it is plain that is what she is... looks at you curiously a bit of amusement in her eyes. "Not even his wife sleeps in so fine a bed, not that she is a very good nor kind wife. She was **** upon my son by political necessity and he has been finding other 'entertainments' ever since." The old dowager Duchess winced at her own words, plainly she was aware of the depraved sexual things her son had been doing. "Mind you I am not complaining... it is the first sign I've had in ages that my son is not a complete monster." A sad kind of smile drifted across her face, as memories of the past filled her head for a long moment. "He has been this way since the **** of his father... my husband was a good man. Good men inspire loyalty in some... hatred in others, his **** made my son a selfish beast." You grunt in surprise, you had heard that the old Duke had died of a illness. At least that is what the public was told, he like so many others had died in the last wave of plague.

You recall the vague rumors that circulated in the marketplaces and taverns regarding the relatives of Duke Caelan... Most of these rumors claimed that the cause of **** of the old Duke Veltred was illness. However, now you fully admit that the real reason could be some kind of sophisticated secret **** that occurred due to secret aristocratic intrigues... You were still a child when the father of the current Duke died... It was about twenty years ago... Then the title was inherited by Almerig Lamitrin - elder brother of the current Duke. One day, Almerig's lifeless body was found in the bedroom with no visible signs of violent ****. The mysterious **** of this young and strong man, which occurred about 10 years ago, caused many rumors and gossip. Among these rumors, most were based on the involvement in organizing the **** of the one who became the new Duke. That is, many persons were convinced that Caelan had eliminated his own elder brother from the living world... One way or another, these tragic events actually contributed to Caelan receiving the title of Duke and becoming the ruler of vast lands, despite the fact that he had not been trained since childhood management skills (unlike his older brother)…

"I..." You pause not wanting to explain to Caelan's mother that you had sexual assaulted her son until his mind broke. That the Duke's mind, in a time of great stress and fear in order to protect him. Had made the lord your sexual play thing, had made him see you as his protector and lover. You couldn't tell her how you felt about him, the anger and disdain you still felt from the things he had done to you... while you were helpless under the control rune. And so you are at a loss to say anything, still if she were happy with the effect you were having on him. "I am just... who I am..."

"Ulikn... mother don't bother him. He needs his rest." Caelan called as he came back into the room, standing up the dowager Duchess picked up the empty food tray and turned to leave. "And stop carrying stuff around like that... you are not a servant."