”“None what so ever,” Camelia agreed.“I am merely conjoining to procreate an heir,” I added.“A male heir, if I fail I shall of course lay ...again until I produce one.” Camelia added.“Over my dead body,” Mother snapped, “You strumpet!”“I wouldn’t call him a strumpet,” Camelia replied.“Not him, you, you hussy,” Mother snapped back, “And you can go, go far away and never come back.” “Actually mother,” I reminded her. “Firstly It’s my house and if anyone is going anywhere it is you to the Dower. I enjoyed pretending it was Mother's hands or even her lips as Bruce continued to moan and grunt. I felt my balls tighten and prevented myself from cumming. I definitely didn't want that feeling to be associated with the sound of Bruce's voice.I was about to stop rubbing myself when I heard a thud accompanied by the sound of bed springs squeaking and mother's voice. "Take me like the bitch I am Bruce!"I winced at first, but started stroking again as I heard her panting and screaming. I. "Malcolm bowed. "Service is life, sir." I ... might like that drink now," Having done what he could, he was starting to shake a little."Yes, sir," said Malcolm. "Shall I serve you here or call up to your rooms to have Clover or Rose serve?"Corvus's eyes widened. "Clover and Rose. Shit! I completely forgot about them."Malcolm gave the faintest of shrugs. "They are slaves, sir. They await your pleasure ... not the other way around."Corvus considered the man. He had a point even if the young man's. My father always insisted on them, despite the power I wielded to fend for myself if any threat arose. This particular suite was named David. He had been an off-again, on-again guard throughout my life. He had over four hundred years on me and nearly 100lbs. All of it muscle. As most of our bodyguards, David kept his hair in a buzz cut, close to his head and unobtrusive. His green eyes were a shade darker than limes. He was a massive bulk of intimidation who liked to dip into my cookie jar once.