Head of the Okon Clan is invited to the wedding of Princess Jata Niara, daughter of Imperial Consort Malik, and Noë Cissé, son of Prime Minister of Sonhrai, Minister of Finances, Babatu Cissé. You are welcome to bring extended clan members.
Aliyu brushed a hand through his beard and smirked as he re-read the letter. It was about time his clan was recognized for their ingenuity. They may not have been able to remodel the aqueducts as Princess Jata Niara's builder has done but his slaves were some of the sturdiest, fastest, and longest-living in the empire. Without them, the growth in the city wouldn't be nearly as large.
His hands dug into the omega's scalp, whose lips wrapped around his cock and shoved him up and down when his sucking slowed with his legs baring on the omega's back even as his distended belly leaned forward on the flooring. Spit slicked up his cock as the omega took both hands and began sucking faster.
The small residence he occupied now was just his present location for the inner city as he searched for more people to help grow his clan's wealth and prosperity. Back in his village, where he was chief, his wife and two children, two clever alphas, were on the path for the future growth but he needed something now.
A servant walked in and bowed, the omega said, "Scribe Kinya of the Sarakh Clan has arrived."
His lips twisted in distaste but the rumors he heard around the city couldn't be wrong. Kinya Sarakh was a sort of right hand man to the Empress.
"Let him in," Aliyu Okon said, waving his hand for the servant to leave. As Kinya Sarakh came in, he dug his hips in his chair and sunk into his omega's mouth, hearing the light sounds of him choking for a few seconds until he gained his speed back. Tears watered in the omega's eyes and the scribe paused before greeting the man with a bow. "You're late. Don't you have an event you can't miss?"
"I hoped to find your opinion for such an event," the scribe said as he held his hands to his body. "You have an interest in building for the city, correct?"
"Of course," Aliyu said as his omega began bobbing his head earnestly again. He leaned back with a sigh. "But the Princess has a preference for that mysterious builder of hers."
"What if I told you that I can get you to replace that builder?"
Aliyu scoffed and then smirked. "As far as I know, you and the Princess aren't on good terms. I'm supposed to trust you and your good word?"
"City Planning is meant to be followed under rigid and necessary laws," Kinya said and then shook his head with a shrug. "Unfortunately, this mysterious builder, without listing their name and association clans, is building illegally. He may be able to build for the Princess but for the rest of the city? We can only use his plans and not his input."
Aliyu felt his omega slow down and slapped his ass a few times until the light tanned cheek turned a blistering red. He glared down at the omega until his speed resumed, hands clutching his sack and cock and all. He said to the scribe, "Put me through whatever that is and I'll give you the best buildings you've ever seen."
Kinya smiled. "Of course you will. Well, I will consider myself dismissed."
"You're sure you don't need a good--"
"No," Kinya kept his smile on, even as it tightened. "Many thanks."
And then the scribe finally left.
He clutched the omega's chin and pulled him off his cock with a pop and warned, "Myron, how many times have I told you, if need be, count to fours but don't think I won't notice if you stop. Understood?"
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," he said with his head held down.
Aliyu leaned back and said, "Now get on my cock, I still haven't come yet."
The servant raised his hips and slid onto his length with ease.
Aliyu Okon loved the inner city but he couldn't say he didn't like all the amenities and benefits that came with it.
The servant's hips bounced up and down, with his belly's weight creating a delightful drop on his cock. He rolled his hips and relaxed as he could hear the servants in the next room preparing the gifts for the wedding and his robes.
"Chief Aliyu," Myron said as he raised his hips and dropped them. "May I ask--you said that today--I--?"
His release pulled out of him and the servant, as he was taught to, lowered his hips and clenched as he drained his cock. He patted the servant on the ass and said, "Could've been better but you do good work."
"About the child--?" Myron held his belly. "Will they?"
"You want to legitimize a bastard," the Chief sighed. "Do you think his siblings will accept him? Or that my wife will allow the child to thrive? The best thing you can do is take the gold I give you and keep your mouth shut."
Myron shakily exhaled. "Of course, sir."
Myron Thorpe didn't know his parents, his bloodline, or even if his parents were Sonhrai people or something else entirely. All he knew was how to scrap for food, scrap for clothing, and scrap for money.
When he arrived at the underground residence, the builders had begun making scaffold openings in the ground as ways for sunlight to escape into the shadowed corridors. There was now a dug-in staircase constructed of granite leading down into the underground entrance. He pushed open the doors and the servants greeted him with lists of what would need to be sent over to the palace for the Princess' live-in with her husband for the next month. In that time, he would help support Elijah and make sure none of the progress made gets lost or slowed. His robe slid over his body
A servant kneeled with a covered object--the shape of something like a stick--on a plate of wood.
"Have you readied the brand?" He gestured to the servants. A few of them shuddered as the metal rod that had been formed to the Princess' suggestion was uncovered. "Good. The Princess said she wanted him to be branded as soon as possible so that the wound can be healed by the time she returns. Get a few of you to escort him to the healing room," and crossed the corridor into Elijah's housing, much like Srinivas', split into four sections, the entrance, a bathing room, the bedroom, and a room that will be used for their interests.
Elijah used it for a library with stacks of books, different types of sheets to write on, alongside different forms of what he called calligraphy. He didn't care what that was or why it was writing but particular writing. All he cared about was that his job to keep the peace had succeeded.
His hand rapped against Elijah's residence door and he heard the man slowly open the door as he said, "Your royal servant, Head of Services, Myron Thorpe is here to make sure you have no needs for the day."
"Are we meeting anyone today?" the man said and his eyes shifted around the room behind him. "I thought the wedding would be this evening."
Myron smiled. "It will be this evening. The Princess will be gone for a month and left both Nwaijaku and I to proceed over activities in this palace."
"It's not a palace yet, is it," Elijah huffed. "But it will be."
The door slammed shut and Myron shook his head as he turned in the direction of the formerly empty residence that was currently being filled with furniture, gifts, and what looked like colorful dyes or oils. The other assistant heads of services were Mbizi, a round-faced, young omega with shorn hair and eyes that never blinked, and Bomani, Elijah's brother in law, who would temporarily work as a palace servant before being sent to work somewhere else Jata Niara has planned. Both Mbizi and Bomani were being trained for other palaces or servant work in another location but required more practice.
The residence's door was left open as the space was in the process of being finished. Blocks of wood sat in the corner with brushes of every tip and size wrapped in fur beside it. Silken gold and purple blankets with splashes of blue were piled as servants carried them into the bedroom where he could peer in and see that it was nearly completed.
The new omega and Mbizi walked out of the extra room as guards carried in the blocks of wood along the wall.
Mbizi said, "Is there anything else?"
"Some food would be nice," the omega said, with the crisp accent of the Carolingian's on his tongue. "Nothing heavy."
Mbizi smiled before ushering the servants and guards moving furniture to leave things alone as they were finished for the day. He met Mbizi's gaze and said, "I've checked in with Elijah but Nwaijaku wants--"
"I figured," Mbizi sighed. "Especially after yesterday. I'm surprised the Princess didn't do something more punishing."
As soon as those words were spoken, they heard the clatter of something break in the distance and a shout. The two rushed out and swept through the residences to follow the sounds coming from Srinivas' quarters.
He stood outside in front of his residence lashing out using that wooden plate as a weapon. The iron brand was on the stone flooring, likely kicked or knocked off of the brandished plate.
"You can't do this to me!" Srinivas hissed. Whatever cute and wide-eyed countenance that concubine typically expressed was gone. "I will not have my skin damaged, marred by servants!"
Myron moved to stop him but Mbizi blocked him with his hand, he said, "I'll do it. You should take care as far along as you are." and clicked his tongue as the other servants split to make way.
The Head of Services' fingers rolled over his pregnant belly as if he had forgotten such a thing was there and, just as quickly, hands grasped over his own as Nwaijaku wrapped around him, her braids falling over his shoulders.
"Who knew you could be so inattentive as to miss my footsteps?" Nwaijaku said in his ear with a grin. "You must be exhausted."
"I met with Aliyu today," he sighed. "The man is insufferable."
"How about I take you for a rest and you give me your reconnaissance report."
He slowly nodded as the soldier guided him away from Srinivas' residence.
He briefly watched as Mbizi motioned for the servants who paused in making the fire to continue and said to the concubine, "You can leave if you want but if you do, realize you will have lost your position as one of the Princess' concubines. Think very carefully about your decision."
Those doe brown eyes glared at him with clenched fists in the flooring and then gritted his teeth as he stiffly nodded.
"Very well then, everyone prepare for the rest. Make sure to keep the bandages well wrapped. Don't open it before it's ready." Mbizi clapped and the rest of the servants spun into work. "Do hurry. We want to look exactly to the Princess' tastes."
Those servants' and Mbizi's voice faded as Nwaijaku guided him to the servant's quarters, she said, "Mbizi is rather good as a palace head servant. A bit too good."
"Are you worried he might get a position?"
"No," Nwaijaku laughed as the corridors opened up into two and they took the leftmost one. Her hands still grasping Myron's as his own thumbed his belly. "I'm worried he has higher ambitions."
"He learns very quickly," Myron said pointedly as they reached their quarters. Several guards were lumbering around and playing games, they greeted them and then half of them dispersed, either to return to the Campgrounds or to continue patrolling the palace. "Elijah taught him how to read within two weeks. If he wasn't Mvouba's omega, I'm sure he would've been a merchant or something."
The door was pushed open, and comfortable wooden furniture with carvings related to the village Nwaijaku came from, Kwa, was decorated with white paint or animals drawn in a story.
The seating cushions were thick and appeared soft. Nwaijaku gently slid him down into a sitting position but right into her lap.
He sighed exasperated. "You know your mother set up a marriage match for you too."
"And," Nwaijaku said as she kissed his frown with a grin and wrapped her hands around underneath his belly, her fingers running over his distended skin. "You will still be mine when Okon is knocked off his pedestal. The Malahis will be content and we will have material to use against them."
"Today," Myron said as Nwaijaku interrupted him with kisses at every leisurely pause. "Kinya--of the Sarakhs--he's convinced Aliyu to--take over the city planning."
"He plans to force Elijah to show himself," Nwaijaku sighed. "And to use this as a reason for why Jata Niara isn't competent for the work. What does he plan to do? Give it to Princess Lawali, who hasn't looked at an infrastructure manual in years."
"Part of me wonders why Lawali doesn't want to be stay Crown Princess," Myron said, distractedly, as Nwaijaku's thumbs needed his sore hip muscles. "She seems nice."
"Hmm, Lawali is a monster, and she hides it well, but if she were to be Empress then her nature would express itself openly," Nwaijaku said as her gentle kisses turned into deep licks and her hands pulled Myron as close as humanly possible. She hummed in his mouth and her hands roamed over his body, searching for any injuries. "Aliyu Okon will die by my hand one day or another for his lack of humanity.
Myron moaned as the roaming turned to gentle rubbing, his rolled his hips over her leg when fingers drew over his cock squeezing and rubbing until he sighed in his release.
"We should be prepared for the next Ougadou," Nwaijaku said softly as Myron yawned. "By then we should be rid of them all. And Lawali will have no feet to stand on."
Myron Thorpe is a simple servant and lacked ambition but what he knew most of all is that nothing is ever all that completed.
And that little tiny bit leftover of a problem will grow big one day.