Mostly, he was being an asshole. To me, it was easy to see he badly needed power, constantly, and would attempt to seize it at every oppurtunity. With...this in mind, and with a raging bisexuality and passion for the forbidden fruit, my desire to chain him up, torture him, humiliate him and rob him of every last shred of power he had and make him submit. It grew beyond a fantasy and into the dangerous confines of a need. I had also a means. My parent's roomy sub-basement, soundproofed thoroughly. You and her.” The guard pointed to Ellerie.Marius frowned. “Send him in.”Ellerie’s mother’s spy glided into the room. The black dye was gone, and his silver hair was tied back behind his head in intricate braids, leaving his pointed ears uncovered. Instead of his usual nondescript clothing, he wore the flowing robes of a Terevassian noble house.“Ambassador Melithar, at your service,” the spy said to Marius with a bow.Marius stood. “Ambassador, I am Guard Captain Marius. How can I help you?”“I. I felt that all the air I was breathing had first been warmed between her breasts.We changed places again and I felt her hand barely brush my bold cock. A shudder went through me.Time in the darkroom, I concluded, was far better when she joined me for a session.One day as I was cleaning up and putting things away, I found a treasure. At the back of the top shelf there was a box with the Kodak paper label. Curious, I pulled it down and turned off the white light in case it was light sensitive.. His beard was more full than on the picture too and he somehow looked less well kept than I'd imagined. Still he was here and I had to let him in. The thought that my wife had the power to turn him away entered my mind as a bit of a relief for the first time. He offered me his hand as he introduced himself. As I took it and welcomed him in I couldn't help notice how big and strong his hand was. My own are far from feeble but as I shook his I felt inferior instantly. My mind instantly questioned.