Jonathan Taylor

Jonathan Taylor, third son of the Taylor Household, had always hated other humans. He despised their pointless conversations and idle chit chat, hated the countless family tradition he was bound by, and most of all was confused by their mating rituals. Maybe one day he would understand. Right now, he clearly was not.

His sister, Liljana, had asked him to tag along to the arena fights. Here the poor inhabitants of Kaeron fought to the death for scraps. His sisters tastes were rather unconventional. She loves watching men fight, kill each other and to perform another ritual by herself in the evening thereafter. Jonathan knew, because he had watched her. Mainly out of curiosity. He still did not get it.

Maybe this was the reason he was her most beloved brother and why she could not stand the rest of their family. He listened, shut up and did not tell anyone. Most importantly he did not judge her. She hated that. After trying it once he just went along her opinions, not sharing his own. Fighting her was annoying.

Jonathan was a psychopath, not those which stalked and killed innocent people for fun, no. He just did not feel any empathy for other human beings. And being there for his sister was one of the first chores he had to perform in his life. His family had always bashed him, when he did not pretend to feel. By the time he was six years old, no one could tell the difference anymore. He was a caring brother, a happy and cheerful child, always concerned about others. On the outside. Inside he was cold and calculating.

So he found himself in this arena once again. There were countless anonym rooms, from where one was able to watch the fights without exposing themselves to the public. Here Jon was able to let his mask fall and think about things. The feeling he loved most in life was food, sleeping and to his own astonishment: fight training. The arena was a place where he studied theoretical moves, while it allowed him to avoid the rest of his family for a valid reason. It was like killing two birds with one stone.

This was the fourth fight already, a big man muscle packed fought a rather slim rogue that wielded daggers. It ended rather quickly, the muscle packed guy took some stabs to the leg and split the much smaller man before him in half with his greatsword. Four deaths was usually about the time his sister had enough, she was fidgeting in her chair a lot already watching the blood gush out below.

Jonathan read her mind, as he usually did. “You want to go now?”

She breathed heavily with a red face, while biting her lip. “Hmm. Yeah. Let’s go back.”

They got up and left the way the came from, his sister clawed her hands to fists. Her nails most likely nearly drew blood already. There was no helping it. All that was part of her bizarre ritual.

When they arrived at the city gate, that led towards their home district, a royal military mage controlled the passing citizens. He carried a shard orb. With this orb they determined the magic talent people possessed. They sometimes did this in lack of new recruits. If their numbers were insufficient, they used it to pick up strangers that would enter the royal academy with a royal draft decree.

“Should we walk around?”, he asked his sister.

“Nooo, Jon I really want to get home quickly. Let’s just go this way. Five minutes and we are there.”

“Fine.” It was a weird feeling to be checked out by the orb. He had never been checked for magic capabilities before, the Taylor household generally did not prioritise serving the military. His older brother was a officer, but he studied at home and never went through the harsh military academy. The mage looked up when he had finished Jonathan's examination.

“Name?”, he asked harshly.

“Jonathan. Taylor. Of House Taylor. Is there anything wrong, Sir?” A lowly military mage would not take this tone with him, he was not some street kid.

“My apologies. Please.” He stepped aside, not confronting any more trouble.

Why did he ask his name though? It was really weird.

“Jon, why did he ask you for your name? Did he find magic in you?”

“Nah, I don’t think so. Maybe I look alike with some searched criminal or something. Let’s just get home.” Actually it was a rather big possibility. Maybe his family name would save him from duty though? Going there would be rather bothersome. Dealing with new humans, learning their patterns so he could pretend feelings to them as well. A lot of work.

Soon thereafter they arrived at their mansion. It had been declared by imperial law, that nobility may only possess a certain amount of land and not more since it was forbidden to build higher than four story houses. His family certainly held to the law, although using the maximum amount as their norm. The house was certainly huge, and other landowners around it were “persuaded” to not build right next to it, so the inofficial garden was rather large as well. A big metal fence and a solid iron gate protected the premises.

Jonathan and Liljana did not need to call out to the guards, sharp and well trained as they were they opened for them instantly. All the riches one might find in the household were product of the Taylor-Mines. The huge iron ore containing mountains on their property northwest of the capital made them one of the richest families in the empire. Although what really made them rich was basically slavery bound with stolen land. But Jon did not care much for that, he just felt nothing at the thought of the poor slaves. He knew he was supposed to, as a good human being, yet it felt difficult since no one else ever had shown concern in his family. There simply was no one he could possible copy in their acts.

“Welcome back, Master Taylor. Miss Taylor. May I help you with anything?”

Arthosis, the house butler had opened the door for them. Very perceptive as always.

“No, thank you Art. We are fine.”

When they entered the mansion they quickly headed upstairs, careful not to attract attention. It was hard to evade their mother, more often than not she was the one causing hassle distress and chores for Jon. He knew his sister would go ahead to perform her ritual again, so he went up into his own room right next to it. There he picked up a book from his bed and climbed up the bookshelf. It might seem a weird thing to do, but one of the many secret passageways in the house was right above his shelf. It led past his sisters room right to the library. He used to take the more important books that no one allowed him to read at night. This time he just did not want to be found. It was such a hassle doing chores.

Chores was the word Jon used for family dinner, home tutoring, attending guests or spending time with his brothers when they were home. At least his mother never found him when he roamed the secret passages. Not that she would search by herself. She liked to delegate. The more time she was able to spend with her sculpture the happier she was. It was a family tradition to work on the sculpture of the city, make it as accurate as possible to showcase it to the officials of the empire. Even the emperor himself appreciated this work of art. Jonathan found maps more useful. You were able to be more accurate, showcase small changes in a heartbeat and add notes with reference to drawings on extra sheets. A sculpture was work, work and more work for hours, until you finally were able to see the changes.

He opened the wooden door to the secret passage and climbed in. While the entrance was barely big enough to fit him, the inside was about one and a half meters high and broad enough to turn around. He only needed to walk a couple of steps to arrive at the entrance of his sisters room. Arrived there he opened it, to let more light through. This was so he was able to read. And watch. It was a mystery to him why his sister's behavior fascinated him, normally sex did not move him at all and he had no desire to act on any urges, since he did not have any. He could have tried it, pleasure houses were not a rare thing and he had plenty of money. Maybe he would never be interested much. Silently he watched while reading.

Liljana Taylor

Liljana bound the rope as tight as she could. Although this did not restrict her movement, as she was only rolling it around her legs and arms, the small amount of pain it resulted in really felt special to her. She moaned a bit, as she pulled and bound it. The fights had been great today, all those muscular men fighting to the death. It had made her horny, as it always did and she could not go any longer without touching herself.

The pain, caused by the rope felt intense and when her finger slid in her panties she was overflowing. Just pulling aside her labia made her drip a lot. Touching sent a shiver up her body and the feeling in her chest grew tighter. She needed to grab her breasts, scratch down her stomach and rub her clit immediately! And she did. No longer she could stand the feeling of not touching herself.

A moment later her second hand found her nipples and breasts again, fondling them while she entered herself with one finger. A tight feeling of sweet pain longed for more, so she gave in. Two fingers, three. She was violating herself whilst grabbing her boobs with more force as well. More sweet pain followed and she imagined the strong, muscular bodies below her, imagined riding them senseless.

Fantasized about killing them as she was cumming and her thoughts drove her to orgasm. She bit the pillow to her right, twisted in her bed and entered herself again, using four fingers. Immediately she came again, floating all over her panties down to the bed sheets. Then she collapsed. Satisfied. She loosened her ropes, cast them aside and fell asleep.

Jonathan Taylor

As always her ritual had been interesting. It had not aroused Jon, but it was interesting to learn. Maybe one day he had to pleasure a girl in a similar way? Watching his half naked sister sleep, he played with the thought of climbing down and covering her. If his mother found out she would blame him for introducing his sister to bad areas of the city and being a bad influence. Jonathan sighed and climbed down to her. Then he covered her, hid the ropes and made it look like a “studied and fell asleep” incident. Afterwards he left as he entered and went to sleep as well. No troubles would befall him this time, they would let him sleep at least until midday. He loved to sleep.

The next morning his enraged mother stood before him. It was really early. She held an imperial letter.

“Jonathan. Explain this to me. Right. Now.”

Confused he opened the letter she dropped onto him.

Imperial Draft Note

Name: Taylor

First Name: Jonathan

Status: Grade 1 Noble

Sex: Male

Age: 16

Location: Kaeron; Taylor Estate; District 2;

Hereby you are drafted for imperial military service under the second imperial act.

Reason therefore was presented by the enormous healing potential, shown in a orb testing at the gates to district two at the twentieth day of the fourth moon cycle, year 1026.

You are to be present at:

Royal Imperial Military Academy - Kaeron; District 1,

sixth day of the sixth moon cycle in the 1027th year.

You are to bring 1 Imperial Military Uniform as well as 1 sword and this letter.

Imperial Draft Commission

Archmage Dardon

Archmage Yissir

Archmage Hnorr

Well at least they make it short and simple. Seemed like he possessed healing talent. Interesting. Why could his mother not have said so in the first place?

What a waste of time reading this.