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Oleck had a reputation of being very approachable to the people of Bergia. He did not like having this reputation, as he maintained a certain level of disrespect and even contempt for them especially as he got older, but he acknowledge his role as what was essentially a public servant.

That being said, certain few held line-skipping privileges, such as Lord Elyjah Hardyng. Oleck went way back with the man's family — way, way, way back. Almost to the point where he could never quite remember which man of House Hardyng was which. With this one, though, he did feel a certain level of kinship. Protectorship, even, especially after his father's tragic death.

(But again... not a specific enough feature of any of these Hardyng men as to easily distinguish them.)

But their closeness didn't foster this.

Oleck got... lonely. Needy, even. People rarely actually took advantage of his open door policy, which meant he usually felt fine to pleasure himself within the confines of his library. Stroking his thick, juicy cock, framed by moderate amounts of virile hair, growling in approval to himself...

Rayne enjoyed younger men. What they lacked in tact and expertise, perhaps, they more than made up for in enthusiasm. All that hot, red blood pumping through their virile veins, muscles bulging and pricks standing at full attention... it reminded them of Lord Auridon in his prime, when they first met. Rayne didn't like to admit it, but that was the first they they'd ever truly felt passion for another person. Perhaps even the last time as well.

But this wasn't passion. It was lust.

Quite some time ago, long before he ascended to his title of coinmaster, Rayne and Lucien formed an instant connection upon the latter's official debut in Valtolian society. They saw the rising lord as a potential model for their then-adolescent son; so quietly strong and clever.

But more important, the young man proved himself to be an excellent fuck.

They met at semi-occasional interval throughout the year, enjoying one another's company on an intellectual level before then proceeding to the bedroom... if, as in cases like these, they ever even made it that far.

"You want me to get on my knees and beg for you, ser...?" Rayne smirks, entertained by Lucien's initiative to show some dominance. No man could truly overpower Rayne —except perhaps their late husband, and even then— but they liked Lucien enough to entertain the possibility.

"Alright," Rayne says, leaving a coquettish little kiss to the younger man's lips, then unbuttoning his shirt and continuing the act as more and more of Lucien's toned chest revealed itself to the laird. When Rayne finally arrived to the ground, knees planted firmly on the ground, they look up at Lucien with hungry, desperate eyes, hands clasped at Lucien's belt.

"Please, ser..." they begin, in a desperately pleading voice they knew would drive Lucien crazy, rubbing the growing tent as it appeared inside the young man's pants right before them. "I want your cock, so, so badly... I will simply die if you do not give it to me, in my mouth, in my hands, inside my tight little cunt—"