Nathor had sidled up to Ka-Lan in the courtyard. A grin on his face.
“You’ve earned your keep, then?”
Ka-Lan had found himself a place in the sun. Still chilled to the bone after his night in the cellars. He’d be on duty with the betrothed soon, he’d need to get himself cleaned up. But first his spirits had to thaw out.
Ka-Lan was naked still. He needed to sun to caress every little bit of him. After what he had been through .. he couldn’t be fucked who saw. Who gave a toss who looked! Besides, who didn’t know what he did with his time?
“Wait,” Nathor said, that grin still on his face. “You need to eat.”
Ka-Lan sat spreading out his muscular limbs. Catching servant girls running their eyes over him. Lustful, eager. He wouldn’t dare. He let the sun warm up his skin. But wondered whether it would ever penetrate far enough .. get deep inside.
“So you’re not just a pretty face?”
Ka-Lan frowned at the old retainer. He saw Nathor point down at where his meagre covering of rags should have been.
“She’s late,” Nathor explained. Ka-Lan’s frown creased deeper.
“Her monthly bleed …. . She’s a week late. It’s all the talk in the kitchens.”
He smiled and nodded down at Ka-Lan’s absent covering.
“It’s done .. you’ve done the business . She’s pregnant.”
Ka-Lan had generated life. It was a strange feeling. No doubt in his travels he had left other fresh lives in his wake. But he did not know. He was to have a child. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
But … realistically .. this was never to be his child. His seed but not his child. He was nothing. He did not count. A fuck-slave. And barely that. A hard cock with spirited man-seed. Worryingly, the insignificant slave had now done its work. Stuck it in, wiggled it about a bit, done the job. End-of-the-matter. But then ….?
The betrothed gave birth. She married. Her father was ennobled. The twin-brother, the young Master had earned himself his dowry. And carried on fucking his whores. And Ka-Lan? Job done? Who’d made this happen. Him? What became of him? Not needed now …..
One thing was certain. Ka-Lan had to get away …….
She had never once seen his face. She could be making a baby with an elephant’s arse. Admittedly an incredible hunk of an elephant’s arse!. And if she did but know it, a handsome stud …..! Unbelievable … out of these bizarre circumstances .. incredibly, in the dreariness of that dismal torture chamber, new life had sprung from his loins. He had implanted his seed. It had taken root. Out of that comic jiggling-about .. after weeks of drudgery and meaningless activity under the betrothed’s inept bouncing-around .. fresh life had been created. How did that make him feel?
And he hadn’t even seen her face either. She could be that sow’s behind her husband-to-be had disparaged. But at least, one of them was handsome, he kindly smiled to himself, her brat stood some chance! Oddly, Ka-Lan felt a rush of a strange sensation .. fathering a child. In his imagination he sensed a strong young boy, handsome, fending off the girls! Like father, like son!
But it would never be his son. If she turned out a girl .. she’d be beautiful, that went without saying .. but the poor baby was just a transaction. This noble family’s access to a dowry and the end of their money worries. How did Ka-Lan feel about that?
They hadn’t once exchanged a word with each other .. neither would have dared. He had created new life .. in the most unpromising way. A guard’s calloused hand pushed him inside her. And she jiggled about a bit. Off-putting. A duty. A dreary routine. But he had created new life!
And now it was a duty done. The thought struck him ….. Was that why the Mistress had seemed to get more malicious these past days? Her sessions with Ka-Lan had got more spiteful, taken on an even more cruel edge. Forcing him into unnatural positions. Inflicting even greater humiliations. Leaving him for hours locked in a state that stressed muscles, injected lasting aches into his joints.
Yes, .. like that visit to the freezing cellars? She’d not tried that on before. Yet Nathor had revealed .. Ka-Lan’s predecessor .. a few sessions in the cellars .. that had been the end of him .. never the same again. That had just happened. Filling Ka-Lan with fears that he had been dumped. Buried alive. Fearing he’d been left to freeze to death. Spiteful. Will-crushing.
Was that why? She’d know the news, of course. Was she furious with him? For doing the job? Mission complete. Angry at him? Vindictive enough to condemn him to that despair in the chilled dungeons?
Because he had done the job?
Spiteful? Because the betrothed to whom she was so cold and dismissive .. Ka-Lan had made her complete. The sow’s arse was going to be a mother. Fulfil a woman’s destiny. And that dumb-ass fuck-slave Ka-Lan had made that happen! What a prick!
And by contrast ….. the bitch? The Mistress? She’d stay frozen in her bitterness. No joy for her. No happiness in conceiving new life. In a baby’s chuckles. The bitch would stay locked in her hatred of all things male. What fulfilment was in that?
Ka-Lan shivered. In no doubt. THAT she’d take out on the seed-slave ……