Hey everybody, this is The New Mandalord, your lord and master.
It's Friday again, so another chapter!
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After several hours of yet another dreamless sleep, Kain awoke before Kaara did, and was doing his best not to wake her – this time at least. His quarters were a mess, and his head was pounding as he tried to remember what happened the night before. Bottles of empty ale littered around the room, clothing scattered in every direction and pieces of damaged furniture gave him an idea thou1gh of what had transpired. He let out a yawn and made a big stretch as he stood from the bed and moved to the bathroom.
As Jhi'kaara slept in the bed, her silk covered breasts were rising and falling in a rhythmic and intoxicating dance, Kain pushed his impulses deep down inside and turned away from the bed to look for his boxers and trousers. He knew that at any moment Au'lys Devrae or, more likely one of her many lackeys would burst through the front door, and he preferred to be dressed this time.
He eventually found a set of clean drawers hidden beneath the bed skirt. He eased the first drawer out as Kaara turned over in the bed above him. Her leg slipped off the edge, bringing her bright-blue thigh dangerously close to Kain's lips. The lilac perfume she wore wafted across his face, practically pulling him into the warmth of her exposed skin.
"Thorne damn you Kaara!" He shook off the intoxicating effects and closed the drawer. It had been empty. He moved to the next one and tugged on the handle. It didn't budge. He pulled a little harder. Still nothing. Kain braced his foot against the bed and yanked with all his strength. The drawer fell out, almost smacking him in the face. It soared over his head and clattered onto the floor behind him, spilling his leather jacket, shirts and trousers, which had been jammed inside, across the couches far beyond.
Kain slowly glanced up, expecting to see Kaara peering back at him, but instead she just shifted positions on the bed. "That was close," he thought.
He eventually found his boxers on his desk. He noted that it had heavy scratches running across the top and the varnish had mostly flaked off ruined, so it was completely ruined but he didn't care.
"I can always get a new one." He thought. He could, the pay was good enough to buy several with plenty left over, but that desk would suffer the same fate of this one, so he would hold off.
The planet they were on would be considered to be a paradise world by Imperial classification doctrine. It was quiet and exotic to put the weariest souls to rest. It was called Au'tovash by the natives, but his warriors, especially the humans, gave it the nickname of Paradise. It was simple, but well suited. In a way it reminded him of the planet Reth, with its thousands of golden islands scattered across the shallow, warm, transparent sea, the weather was the sheer definition of perfect, and there were enough casinos where anyone with enough credits could become the richest, or poorest, being in the Empire.
Kain was living in a nice size straw roof bungalow near the shore. It was neither over-the-top, nor was it a complete dump. It had a large, soft bed, marble flooring, fully stocked kitchen, automated drones system in case of emergency or attack and local artwork hanging off the wall. The bathroom was just that, a bathroom. Nothing really fancy, just a shower, toilet and sink. Good sized, perfect for the bungalow, but lacked any frills.
He made use of the facilities while Kaara continued to sleep. Assessing himself in the mirror, he ran a hand over his coarse facial hair. "By the Emperor, I could probably strip paint off walls with this. But Kaara does not seem to mind one bit. This on the other hand," he ran his calloused hand through his wild mane. "May have to go."
The automated doors slid open and Kaara slipped in. She was wrapped in a towel, much to Kain's disappointment, but the towel was wrapped so tightly around her body that it mimicked all of her beautiful dips and curves, and she sauntered over to him. Kain had to muster all of his decades of strength not to take her then and there.
"Have you ever heard of knocking?" he asked.
"I have heard of this action, but I find it to be a bit overrated, not to mention completely useless." She came up from behind and rested her chin on her shoulder. Of course she had to extend on the tips of her hooves and he had to squat a bit to do it, but it was worth it.
"So what do you think? Shave? Don't shave?"
"Keep for now. Shave when you start pulling things out of it."
"Deal."
She kissed him on the cheek and headed towards the shower, she bounced ever so nicely as she moved, and she removed the towel Kain was on the verge of breaking. "Still don't fully understand showers though."
"It's better than those disinfecting tanks we have at the bases," Kain said as he ran a razor across his face. He decided to shave it off after all. It at least got his mind off other matters. "And a lot more private."
"True, but it still feels like I'm bathing under a waterfall."
"That's not always a bad thing," Kain chuckled, "except you get control over the heat, and you have a hundred percent chance of a fish not falling on your head."
"That is true," she said, putting her head underneath the lukewarm water. The soap, shampoo, and conditioner dispensers were all the bland sterile smells, but when Kaara lathered up her body it became the most erotic thing Kain had ever seen.
Before her siren voice could tease him anymore, the room's transceiver on his night table began to ring out. Kain wiped his face clean of foam and stray hairs and rushed over to it. No surprise it was one of Au'lys's lackeys, Au'saal Ores.
"Good afternoon, Gue'vesa'o Xian'Shi," the young ethereal said, using the name that the ethereals gave him instead of his own. "Au'lyrs would like to have a word with you today."
"On what, exactly?" Kain asked.
"She did not say, but she said it was quite important."
"So why didn't she contact me personally, Au'saal?"
"Au'lyrs is very busy with other dire personal business to do that."
"Yes, because apparently lounging out in the sun counts as dire personal business!" he thought, clenching his jaw in annoyance. "I'll be right there."
He found a clean and particularly wrinkled shirt and trouser on the couch, but then hesitated. With a deep sigh, he was back with his beautiful lathered Tau.
Author's Notes:
So I descided to make this for the most made-up holiday in history, St. Valentine Day, but I kinda got lazy so it's coming out this week. Now this barely gets over the 1000 word mark, so sorry about it being so short.
Also my machine has been crashing quite often lately. So there are a few new edit changes
So til next week.