Herald of Steel

If Alexander had gone back to the party right now, he would have found the entire place very different from how he left it.

For one, he would have found many, very expensive clothes on the ground, all being furiously collected by various servants.

While right next to them writhed a mass of flesh and limbs, grasping and entangling each other in passionate embrace.

In some of those groups, women were being bent over and filled all three ways like a stuffed turkey, only able to occasionally let out a grunt through their flared noses.

While in other groups, it was the opposite, with multiple women pleasing one man, most times a high ranking one, such as- one would be straddling him, while others licked and kissed him.

Or pleasuring him with multiple hands and mouth.

Then there were the mixed groups with multiple men and women, which was the most numerous and most fun to be at.

The combinations could be endless, with many times the participants not even knowing who they were screwing or licking at the moment.

They might be blowing someone as they got pounded, while in the midst of getting their breasts played with.

They could get a new facial all of a sudden when they came.

Or they might receive a kiss with something extra mixed in, to name only a few.

And this could happen to either a woman or a man, both sexes losing themselves to the throes of undiluted pleasure.

But although these acts sounded very prurient, these nobles 'operating' in the open ground would be actually seen as being quite crude in their pursuit of merriment.

And for a true, authentic taste of Adhanian 'hospitality', one had to go to the tents around the premises.

For in there resided the true blue blooded men of Adhania, the true masters of their craft.

Inside those clothed shelters, there was nothing of the chaotic mangling of flesh that was outside.

Instead, everything was prim and proper and very orderly, showing a sublime touch of sophistication to the act.

To give one example, soft, pleasing music could be heard playing from inside one of the tents, the instrument played by a pair of young boys, while very beautiful girls in scantily clad outfits danced, showing their spilling curves and moving their bodies.

While the master and his guests sat around the makeshift small stage on luxurious chairs, chatting, drinking, and laughing, their legs spread open, their baser needs being actively attended to by kneeling, sensually dressed girls.

Or boys if that was their preference.

In another tent, there was a very beautiful woman tied up and hung from the hook, with many naked men surrounding her, playing and teasing her in various different ways.

If Cambyses was here, she would have even recognized the braided lady as being the very fashionable main wive of a shordar (baron) who lived close to her territory of Jabel.

She was even somewhat of a friend to the Lady of Zanzan and was known to be quite demure in her manners.

Now however, this mother of two seemed to be under the total clutches of a group of very lusty men.

Although she did not seem to mind her predicament in the least, as evidenced by the kinds of enraptured face she pulled each time someone pinched her cherries, drawing a small squirt of milk, or played with her insides using a ceramic dildo, or pressed her clit, making her create a rainbow with her pee.

Being a bona fide Zanzanite's loyal wife, the lady loved it all.

Then there was another tent who were playing the adult version of musical chairs, where the empty chairs were replaced with naked men sporting a raging boner.

The way all those nude ladies fought to fill their drooling snatch with the thick rods, their heavy asses lewdly smashing against the chiseled groins of the expectant men each time they sat down, producing wet slapping sounds and perhaps even a satisfied moan.

Sometimes the eager to win women would even use their curvy hips to oust their rivals from trying to sit down, bending over, and showing their jiggling asses in the process, thus driving the men sitting down insane.

While at other times, the men would cum in them as they sat, so then when they walked, trails of their seed could be seen rolling off their meaty thighs, right in front of their spouses.

It was a spectacle for the senses.

And as one last example, in another corner of the ground, a game was being played between six couples, where the wives were on four, and being asked to guess when it was their husbands penetrating them and receiving various rewards and punishment for their correct and wrong answer.

Like this, such and many more games were being played inside these tents, in much contrast to the wild, animalistic, crude pleasing acts occurring outside them.

And make no mistake, these games were not just for entertainment purposes.

Significant gambling would usually be involved, which could make or break many nobles, especially the smaller ones, like shordar (baron) and takuldars (viscounts).

Land, loans, titles, and even treaties many times depended on the retainer's ability to please his lord.

And this certainly meant sexually.

Alexander however was not able to take part in these festivies.

Even though he was very graciously invited to it.

Even though a small part of his heart itched to take part in such revelry at least one time.

He had never experienced such a thing ever in his life and very much desired to know.

But that small thing called mortality kept him in check.

And what was his reward for practicing this self restraint?

Having to deal with a petulant child of a princess.

Although calling a fourteen year old a princess was a bit of a stretch, especially given the time period.

And it only brought him a slight joy to see the unruly princess's face turn pale at the mention of being made to participate in the ongoing orgy.

It seemed Tibias, being a highly conservative society, very much feared this humiliation.

Thus Alexander played this card, saying.

"That's right princess. If you do not behave yourself, I will have no other recourse other than to make you entertain my guests. Remember, no man likes a disobedient wife."

"So behave. Whether it be a palace or a hut, it is still your lord's home. And your home. You must show respect and reverence!"

"Do it, and after five years I will let you choose your own future as we agreed."

Along with the stick, Alexander also made sure to add the carrot by reminding her of the deal they signed.

And to his pleasure, received a quick nod.

"Good! Now, let's go inside. I think you will find the inside much more spacious than what it looks from the outside." Alexander invited her inside.

But as they crossed into the main foyer,

'So small!' Camelia, who had her hopes raised by Alexander's last words, still found the insides to be very small, at least according to her standard.

Although this time, she had the tact to not blurt it out loud.

However she did not have the tact to not show that thought on her face, represented by a darkened complexion and furrowed eyes.

Neither did she have the cleverness to shout out words of amazement and incredulity, however fake they may be..

Instead, she only stayed silent, much to the three's displeasure.

Three because Mean did not have the same political shrewdness to notice this.

The other three however did, and each and every one of them wanted to slap this spoiled princess senseless.

It was not like they disliked the girl just because Alexander had taken a new concubine and they were jealous.

No.

In fact, they were quite proud of their man's accomplishment and even looked forward to talking and spending time with a real life bona fide princess.

After all, all three of them experienced life as commoners and thus held a certain fascination towards royalty.

So it might even be said that it was quite an accomplishment for Camelia to untie these usually very different girls into hating her.

But at least not to the point of hitting her for the second time, as the three wives held back, knowing Alexander did not like that.

They were also eager to get into bed with Alexander with their man after so long and did not want to ruin the atmosphere.

Thus, they now silently signaled the nearby servants to escort the princess to her room, while Fabiyana was sent to sleep with her best friend Alexandria, while the other three were handed over to their nannies.

And then the five people turned in to refresh themselves.

Before they were quickly gathered in Alexander's room for their 'reward.'

But before beginning the service, the matriarch of the house, Cambyses would be heard fuming, her enraged cries blasting Alexander's ear as she aired her grievances,

"Aghhhhh! Why didn't you slap that bitch senseless? You are too soft! If you continue to do this, she will only get bolder and bolder."

"Wasn't it you who said - 'Spare the rod and spoil the child'!"

"Bitich! Arrogant whore! Let me see how I ….."

The scantily clad nightie wearing woman stomped around the room as she spewed such curses, her outfit not at all getting her temper and words.

While Alexander only produced an awkward smile, "I… she is not a child. And I have trouble hitting women."