He’d spent an eternity stood there .. barely anything on .. being looked over. But not a comfortable feeling. Much hung on getting accepted. And that cold calculating gaze from her was giving nothing away.
She was sat at a table .. picking at some cheese .. sampling some fine red wine. And looking him over.. from head to toe .. from toe to head. And back again. Often lingering over some choice parts.
Her head onto one side as her gaze licked at the tight mounds in his muscular belly. A smile lit her lips as she drooled over the minimal piece of leather covering his groin .. all he had on. Wondering what secrets it hid below.
Here was the reason Ka-Lan had had to clean up. It was this sister who’d decide on Ka-Lan’s fate .. whether he got the job .. or get sent off for heavy labour. The betrothed had no say in the matter. But this sister was very demanding.
“What you looking at, scum?”
Ka-Lan was suddenly caught out. He’d been ogling her back, fascinated. She was alluring. Slim, tall, the sleeveless top revealed a woman surprisingly muscled. The tight leather jerkin was open down to the waist .. kept together with leather cords. Eye-catchingly drawing attention to the shape of small but pert breasts underneath.
“Eyes out of the window. Or I’ll have that bare arse flogged.”
From his new-found friend, the old retainer, Ka-Lan knew she would. Twins, the young master and his sister. She was older by a few minutes. But he was the son. He was the heir. And everyone knew how she resented that. Any male that crossed this twin-sister felt the ire of her being born a girl.
Old Nathor .. Ka-Lan had now learned the old man’s name .. he had warned.
“Of the pair of them .. these twins .. she’s the one to watch out for ……”
And it was the sister who’d decide if Ka-Lan got the job.
She stood up, came around from the back of the table and said.
“Lose the rags.”
Nathor had filled him in. His new role. Seed-slave. The young Master wasn’t going to get anywhere near his new betrothed. He was too intent on growing his harem of whores. He wasn’t going to waste his time fucking some inexperienced virgin. That was Ka-Lan’s job. Get her with child.
The poor girl’s father didn’t care if the son had done the deed. Only appearances mattered. As long as his daughter’s love-child was accepted within the family ..ennobled .. brought up within the nobility .. then the dowry was in the bag. And the son was not going to let on .. that he hadn’t done the deed. Just as long as he didn’t have to dip his cock in sterile waters.
“But watch out for the sister.”
”She’s a world-class bitch. Sadistic as hell …”
Nathor’s kindly warning rang in Ka-Lan’s ears as he shoved the cord down over his hips. Stood naked before the twin-sister. Her job .. to decide if Ka-Lan was up-to-scratch.
“Watch out. The mistress is a nasty piece of work …….”
No one could say Ka-Lan hadn’t been warned.