Skara gets cleaned, and Levan gets confronted

Levan walks down the grand hallways of castle as, Skara continues to follow behind. Passing by suits of armor, display cases of weapons, and grand paintings, Skara has a look of wonder on her face, as she turns her head to look at every single piece on on display. Everything is so fancy, and extravagant she can’t help but feel awe struck by everything. Even the doors that the two of them past by, or the rug beneath her bare feet nearly take Skara’s breath away. Knowing only the inside of a brothel, and, the **** house she had been kept in by the order, she never could have even dreamed up such a place as this.

“You like my castle? You keep starting at everything like you’ve just seen a unicorn.” The count says with a playful grin as they turn a corner.

“N-no I mean yes, I mean s-sorry master..,” Skara apologize, looking like she feared she just did something wrong.

She has never been asked her opinion on anything like this, especially from her master. She has always been taught a good **** should know what they think doesn’t matter, in fact they shouldn’t think at all, they should only follow commands. So to now suddenlybe asked what she thought, it felt strange to Skara. Even if it is on something as simple as decorum.

“Don’t apologize just, tell me what you think, I won’t be cross at you for simply having an opinion.” Levan says, gently encouraging the orc girl to speak her mind.

“I-I think it looks amazing master, this place is grand...” Skara’s words cuts off, suddenly like she had something more to say yet stopped herself.

Levan takes notice of this, able to easily tell that the girl is holding something back.

“You have a question don’t you?” He says plainly his words spoken as if he knew they were a commonly stated fact.

“I don’t wish to intrude master...” Skara clenches her rag clothes nervously as her words trails off.

This is what her master has asked of her right? This is her being independent? She hasn’t overstepped has she? This is okay right, she won’t get in trouble? Perhaps not, perhaps she should have kept silent. This is a mistake, this is a mistake! Questions, and second thoughts, race through the girls mind as she tries her hand at an act of autonomy for the first time in a long, long time.

Levan halts in his tracks, and turns around to face the half-orc. Instantly she flinches, and brings her arms to her chest as she huddles up, expecting a punishment or a scolding. However to her surprise the count smiles, and puts a hand on her shoulder.

“That was good, I see you’ve already taken to bring more independent for me.” Levan says as his eyes almost sparkle as he gazed upon Skara.

Inside the count almost wants to shout for joy. There it is, that first flicker of personhood from the Orc. There is indeed is still a soul inside of her that yearns for freedom. Of course it’s only come to light because her new **** master has guided it to the surface, and there is still a long way to go before it fully blooms. Yet still it’s a start none the less. A sign that a heart still lingers within the girl, even after years of ****, and conditioning by her enslaved. Levan clenches his fist as he feels determination rise with in him. He will make sure that she becomes free. He will help, by the gods he will help her.

“I can do anything for you master!” Skara says, affirms her devotion to the Count as she bows to him.

“I can see, and just know that you have pleased me so far with your performance.” Levan again grins at the girl.

“T-thank you master I am pleased to hear that!” Skara again bows, a little confused as to why Levan is praising her for doing practical nothing, yet still glad that she has pleased her master.

“Now then what was it you wanted to ask me?” Levan looks at Skara expectantly.

“What did I want to-oh right ummm.... M-master my I ask are-are you a prince you have a castle but....” Again the orc-girl trails off with out finishing her sentence.

“...but I don’t exactly have the features that would allow me to be consider a human noble right?” Levan says, as he points to his fangs.

“No of course not master I would never insinuate such a thing please forgive me for making you that I would say such a thing !” Skara starts babbling as she starts desperately apologizing over and over.

Though as Levan puts a hand up Skara stops, understanding her master wishes for he silence. She then braces herself, still expecting some sort of smack for her outburst.

“You’d be right I’m not a prince or any sort of noble, at least not by human standards...” Levan pauses for dramatic effect drinking up that expression of curiosity Skara is making, now that she realizes a brutal back hand isn’t coming.

“....Though by the standards of Vampire I am some one of rather importance, though it is through merit rather then any sort of family relation that I have come about my status.” The count says with a smug smirk, as he runs a hand through his blonde hair.

Skara’s mouth opens slight as she looks upon Levan with an expression of reverence. She doesn’t quite understand what position a vampire could possibly have, yet Levan talks like he’s important.

“Wow really, then I’m even more privileged then I original thought I was to serve you master!” Skara squeaks, pleading her admiration for her master, even if she really had no idea what his position really was.

“Heh, if everyone reacted with such praise I might actually consider the status worth the effort I had to put into to get it.” Levan laughs reflecting on the long road he had taken to get to his position today.

“Oh what did you do master?” Skara asks this time her question coming naturally as curiosity got the better of her.

Levan’s stops laughing, and suddenly his cheerful expression recedes into a slight frown. Levan is an assassin of course. Though while the responsibility that comes with being a sect leader is great, and he has a mostly clearly conscious about both of his role as an assassin, and a sect leader, he worries he might distress the orc-girl if he flat out told her his true role in life. After all those who devote their life to money, and dagger aren’t assumed to be the most noble of people. What more he may risk frightening the poor girl if she knew he was a professional killer.

“This is something I can’t tell you now my dear, I fear it is to early for you to understand the nature of my work.” The count speaks in a soft but serious tone.

Skara’s eyes go wide as she sees she sees her question seemingly wasn’t well received.

“M-my apologizes master please punish me however you see fit I shouldn’t have asked such a question, I presumed to much!” Skara bows sharply, keeping herself bent over as she awaits judgement.

Levan shakes his head as he exhales deeply. Cupping the girl gently by the chin he raises her to stand back up straight, looking at her with a soft gaze.

“My dear your too hard on yourself, even if can’t or won’t give you a answer to your question do not take that as a some sort of slight against you, if I am to scold you or, punish you I shall make my intent clear that I am doing so, so please do not think the worst of our interactions every time we speak, or else our time together shall be rather unpleasant for both of us.” Levan laughs, as he pats Skara on the back, and continues to walk with her again.

“I understand master, sorry-I mean thank you master.” Skara says feeling a tinge of a unfamiliar feeling.

Or at least a lack of one. That normal presence of fear, that bit on edge feeling that is always at the back of her mind. It seems to be gone, of course her she still is very much at the ready to spring into action. To instantly carry out all, and any order her master may ask, as her years of training as a **** demands. Yet that cusp of panic she always felt around her old master, it was no longer there. She looks up at the count as he guides her along, is it him is he some how different? Does she need to some how be different in response? Quickly Skara shakes the thought from her mind. No-no she still needs to mind her manners, she is a ****, and she should follow her training. Just because her new master isn’t as cruel doesn’t mean she should be getting any ideas of her status. She is a ****, and that is all she will ever be.

Just then Levan stops in front of a door where by two hooded servants stand in waiting.

“We have prepared a wash room for bathing like you asked master.” One servant spoke low humble voice spoke.

“Thank you, both of you may take your leave now.” Levan says motioning for them to be dismissed.

The two servants nod their heads respectfully, ask begin to walk off. Then a realization comes over Levan, who is going to bathe this girl? She’s very dirty all over, and she’s going to need some assistance with cleaning yet, he most certainly can’t be the one to do that. He feels his pale face blush for a second as he thinks of scrubbing the orc-girl’s naked body. Looking over to Skara, he stares at rags she wears. The ill fitting cloth conceals most the true shape of her figure yet her face, arms and legs hunt at her having a nice body.

The count looks away as Skara looks inquisitively at him noticing he had just been starting. Running a hand through his hair he can’t help but, fantasize about seeing the orc-girl in the bath. Thinking about her body as it’s all shiny, and subbed up in bath water. That exotic green skin, what would the flesh look like all clean, and smooth with out all the grime? Her pretty little neck will be all smooth, and tender form being in water... Bitting the side of his lip with a fang, Levan can feel his lust, and his hunger swelling with in him. He can just smell the blood with in her.... Quickly though her rains himself back in, blinking a few times he straightness his dress shirt. No he must not let such thoughts enter his mind, it’s not right! He has a responsibility look after this half-orc, and a moral obligation to not make any advancements on her, even if she would be receptive to them.

Turning back to the servants who are a little ways away he notices one is a bit slimmer then the other. He didn’t get a good look at their appearance before but, if one of them are what he though they were it would save him the trouble of calling for new ones.

“Hold a second, you there come back for a moment.” Levan says pointing at the slimmer robed servant.

“Yes master?” The servant says in unmistakable feminine voice.

Ah perfect just what Levan is looking for. A woman is most certainly more appropriately suited to help Skara with the bathing rather then rather then him or a man.

“I would like you to assist this girl in bathing for me, may you please?” Levan asks motioning to Skara.

“Yes of course master.” The female servant says without hesitation.

The female servant then trails her eyes over to Skara. She seems to be examining the girl, perhaps a bit of disgust permeates though her at the fact that she has been commanded to bathe a half-orc. While Levan did his best to keep his sect from showing the “lesser” races hostility or hatred purely for the sin of being a “lesser” race, he knew some under his command still weren’t to fond of them. Though perhaps Levan is being overly grim. Perhaps the wondering eyes are due to a sense of curiosity from the woman. After all it is rather strange for for him, a count to personal see to the washing of a half-orc. Which ever the case Levan makes sure that it is understood that Skara is to be handled with a care.

“Please be sure to gentle with her, treat her with kindness, and tenderness. In fact remove your hood it’ll be far more comforting to not have your face obscured.” Levan commands, a hint of severity in his voice to demonstrate how serious he was taking the matter.

“As you command master, I shall be kind to her.” The servant says as she takes down her hood and, shakes free a long length of brown hair.

The woman has a fair face with a scar across the bridge of her sharp nose just under her eyes. Her eyes are oval shaped, and, Levan can see her blue irises twinkle with admiration for him. Her face is diamond shaped, with a thin pair of pink lips, locked in a neutral expression. The woman’s age makes her seem to be about in her mid twenties, though considering Levan can’t tell if she is a thrall, her age may be a bit more ambiguous.

“What’s your name?” Levan asks.

“It is Vealip, my lord.” Vealip replies simply, though she looks a bit honored to have her named asked for by the count.

“Well then Skara, would you please let Vealip bathe, and dress you for me?” Levan asks politely as he cocks his head slightly.

“A-As I said master I’ll do anything for you.” Skara says glancing at Vealip.

While still a stranger to her Skara doesn’t sense any bad intentions from the servant girl. Yet....

“Masters I... I wish to ask how come you don’t wish to bathe me instead?” Skara ask fiddling with her rag clothes again.

The counts face goes red for the second time today upon hearing this question.

“So you not think I am attractive master?” Skara asks, pushing the issue with a worried look on her face.

The count’s face blushes red for a third time. He then clears his throat, regaining his composure after being thrown such a suddenly provocative question. Then looking at the amount concern in Skara’s face Levan finally gets where this is all coming from. Of course she’s been a sex **** almost all her life having people eager to see her naked body must be something she expects, especially by her master. If no interest is shown she must think that Levan believes she is inadequate looking. Levan swiftly moves to clear up the misunderstanding, though he chooses his words carefully, Skara has gone her whole life getting her worth from other people if he displayed total disinterest in her body, she might star develop some insecurities about her appearance.

“No not at all, there simply are some social standards I wish to uphold, it just wouldn’t be proper for me to bathe you in fact it’s not proper for someone of my stature to look at some one of opposite outside of relationship.” Levan says, speaking as if this is some sort of royal vampire edict.

“Oh I see, master I didn’t know.” Skara nods her head, as she seems to buy the counts excuse.

Still Levan feels just a bit silly playing up the prim, and proper royalty aspect as of his position. Almost every one in the sect knew he doesn’t act like any sort of blue blooded prince. Sure he makes sure things are done properly, and effectively, but this was due to the nature of his sect’s work. ****, and spy work isn’t something one does half hazardously. As well he sees himself as a bold, and benevolent leader, yet he never tried to uphold any sort of high court manners like some sort of pompous bishops.

Hopefully Skara will just accept his decisions for why she should have some sense of security about her body with out question next time. After all he did catch a glimpse of a half smirk that briefly crawled up the corner of Vealip’s mouth. The last thing Levan needs is for his servants to see him acting so foolish. At best they might tease him about it subtly, or gossip about it behind his back. At worse it can be seen as a sign of weakness, and he could end up with another rebellion attempt.

“ahem now then Skara please be good for Vealip I’ll be out here waiting for when your done.” Levan says refocusing on the task at hand.

“Yes master.” Skara says obediently, as she looks at Vealip to take the lead.

Opening the bathing room door Vealip ushers Skara inside the room.

“I’ll make sure she is taken good care of, my count.” Vealip says as she watches Skara enter the room.

Levan nods, and Vealip gives a small bow before entering the wash room herself. The door shutting behind the two of them, Levan leans up against the wall next to the door. Realizing this might take a while he wishes he had, had the foresight to bring a book with him. He can’t exactly go get one now, what with the binding spell and all. So instead the count just rests his eyes, and meditates while Skara gets her bath. Or he starts to, as no longer then a minute into his meditation can he hear foot steps coming from around the corner. Suddenly the foot steps stop, and he can hear another fainter sound. Something that sounds like sounds like flapping? Ah of course... Snapping his eyes open, Levan quickly turns his head to the side. As he does he sees a black boot heading right at his head. Just barely moving his head to the left, and out of the way Uten’s foot slams into the wall behind him.

The count smirks as he looks up at the fairy, who is currently airborne with her wings.

“Heh nice, that was a brilliant touch trying to approach me with your wings to make less noise Uten, but still your too slow.” Levan taunts as he wags a finger at the fae.

“HOW DARE YOU!”

Uten yells, as she again kicks at Levan’s head. Once more Levan simply moves his one side to avoid the kick. The boot of Uten now planted against the wall only a inch away from his face.

“I see your angry, care to tell me why?” Levan coos in sarcastic tone.

Uten then drops back to the floor. Behind that metal mask of her’s Levan can see her eyes alight with anger. Taking the crop in her hand she whips it right at Levan’s face stoping it only inches away from his cheek. She then press the end of the crop against the side of his face leaning forwards she glares at him. Getting closers, and closer Uten then stops as their faces are now less then a foot apart.

“You didn’t greet properly upon your return! Me your mistress!!” Uten barks as she puts her full weight into pushing the crop against Levan’s face.

“Glad to see your not upset about your punishment later agh...” Levan says trying to ignore the pain on his cheek with a grin.

“SILENCE!!” Uten suddenly yells, her now pushing the crop up under Levan’s chin to keep his mouth shut.

She then leans in closer, and presses her lips against the count’s. She takes the lead invading his mouth with her tongue, she swirls around tasting him. The kiss is deep, long and dominating, though Levan makes no attempt to stop Uten his hands staying limply by his sides as she has her way with him. As she finally breaks the kiss she bites, his lip pulling on it slightly before releasing, and pulling away.

“You should know better then to forget your manners around me boy.” Uten speaks the world boy with a good amount of bite in her tone.

“Ah come now Uten I was working surely you can be understanding.” Levan says, trying to appeal to the fairy.

Uten frowns, not pleased by this response. She then kisses the count on the lips again. Though she’s not rough this time, instead she’s soft, gentle as her lips embrace Levan’s.

“Your always working, you work your self to hard boy, I don’t like it, it displeases me.” She speaks harshly, as she swishes her crop through the air for emphasis,

Despite her fierce, domineering attitude though, Levan can see the affection hiding behind her hash aura. That concern for his well being, that is disguised behind that aggressive front she puts up for him. This is how the two play. She is Levan’s most dear companion, though one wouldn’t be faulted for being confused why that would be. The desires Levan has are complicated... He has many responsibilities as leader of the sect, none of them easy, managing **** contracts, making sure there was always a good income of supplies, keeping the peace with in the sect. getting a reliable source of blood. All this on top of those logistics matters he some times had personally get his hands dirt. Dealing with the likes of high value assassinations, and other clans or hunters encroaching on his territory were things he just couldn’t leave up to others to deal with. Sure he has help from his advisor’s and,
those under him in the sect, but even with assistance he often found himself overwhelmed. That’s no really surprise though, after all any mistakes on his part could put the lives of those in his sect, and its whole stability as clan, at risk.

That is where his fondness for Uten as a companion came in. The role she takes, is much different the the other companions he would frequently ‘spend time’ with. Rather then just being their for his sexual release. Or a gentle friend to spend some time with. Uten became a dominate mistress, when he spent time with Uten. He on the other hand takes the role of her ever obedient servant, a dramatic contrast to his role as sect leader. Though in part that is the reason Levan enjoys his time with Uten. He can let go, he doesn’t have to work, doesn’t have to be responsible for everything, doesn’t have to think. All he needs to do is obey Uten, and take whatever she decides to give him. Which often can be pain or humiliation, though living as long as he has those things aren’t something he minded too much. After all living for as long as he has as a vampire he saw many different things in new light after some experience.... and exploration... Still as good as it feels to submit to Uten, that didn’t mean Levan didn’t have some reservations about serving her. After all as much as he tries to see it in a positive light, pain and, humiliation, is still pain and humiliation. Which is something that Uten can bring a LOT of when she’s upset with him!

“Come now, you know I have responsibilities Uten, but surely I can make it up to you?” Levan’s speaks sweetly trying to sate Uten.

“Only way you can make it up to me is with the bite of my whip, and a show of your servitude to me boy, understand?” Uten glares as she again pushes the crop under Levan’s chin.

“I cannot the Orc girl from before she is bound to me by as spell, she can’t get to far from me other wise the spell triggers, and sets her ablaze with holy fire.” Levan says speaking firmly as this isn’t a matter he is going to play around with.

“Then she can watch if she is needed to be so close to you, there a simple solution.” Uten says matter a factly as she makes a toothy grin showing her set of shark like teeth.

Levan feels himself go pale, well paler then usual.

“Surely y-you can’t be serious Uten?” The normally calm, and collected count stutters.

He feels himself losing his cool here, a desperation coming over him as he sees the expression on Uten’s reads that she is serious.

“Please let’s not be hasty now-“ Levan speaks something almost the equivalent of begging before Uten cuts him off.

“ENOUGH COMPLAINTS, I have made my decision.” Uten grabs Levan by the neck, shutting him up.

She doesn’t squeeze or hinder his breathing in any way, but she keeps her hand their just to let him know this matter isn’t up for discussion.

“Besides didn’t you want to show the girl she has the ability to seek freedom, by letting her see yourself degraded under my crop you will surely show her that just because one submits does mean that they destined to stay submitted.” Uten grins.

“If the half-Orc can see that you are able to take the lower role to me yet still take the mantle of noble sect leader, then perhaps you can shake her view that one is not destined, or fated to be or stay a ****.” Uten speaks with a teasing tone, yet Levan can tell there’s also an attempt at genuine reasoning in her words.

Levan has to admit there is some truth to what Uten is saying. Again she plays her role masterfully, threading the thin line between controlling mistress, and helpful consultant. One of the reasons Levan always craves to see her again...

“P-perhaps your right I-I’ll accep your judgement just please, maybe consider being a little gentler this time.” Levan says, this time he really is begging.

Uten let’s go of his throat, and slowly runs the back of her hand down the side of his face.

“No.”

A simple whisper is the only answer Uten gives the count before she turns on heel, and walks away with out another world. Watching her rear sway in those leather panties as she walks away, Levan can feel lust, excitement, and fear all swell with in him. Sighing he goes back to leaning on the wall. It’s going to be a longgg night...