Sleep came quickly. The time he had shared with Eva, her reunion with the others, and the relief of seeing everything finally fall into place weighed pleasantly on him. It was a deep sense of ease he hadnât even realized he had been carrying.
The next morning, Julian woke to a knock at his door.
He sat up, running a hand through his hair. His mind was still foggy.
"Come in," he called out.
The door opened, and the boy from beforeâThomasâentered carrying buckets of steaming water. He looked nervous, his eyes not quite meeting Julianâs as he moved to pour the water into the basin.
Julian studied him carefully.
"Good morning," he said calmly.
"Good morning, sir," Thomas replied, his voice tight with tension. He finished pouring the water and turned to leave, but paused at the door.
"Miss Mara said to tell youâshe wants you to come to her office at nine oâclock this afternoon. For... for the arrangements."
Julian nodded. "Iâll be there. Thank you, Thomas."
The boy nodded and turned to go, but Julianâs voice stopped him.
"Are you ready?" Julian asked quietly.
Thomas froze, his back still to Julian. For a long moment, he didnât respond.
"I... I donât know," he finally said, his voice cracking slightly. "Sheâs my mother. I donât know what to do. How to... how to even think about this."
Julian stood from the bed and moved closer, his tone becoming more conversational.
"What do you like about your sister?" he asked. "About Sarah?"
Thomas turned slightly, confusion crossing his face. "What?"
"Simple question. What do you like about her?"
Thomas hesitated, then said quietly, "Everything. She was with me from when we were young. Weâve never been separated. We understand each other. We... we love each other."
Julian smiled slightly. "Forget about those things for a moment. Tell meâdo you not like the feeling when youâre sucking her breasts? What about the sensation when you penetrate her? The way she feels around you?"
The boyâs face turned bright red, his eyes widening with shock. "What... what do you mean? Iâ"
"Youâre hiding behind a veil of âdoing the right thing," Julian interrupted gently. "You want so badly to prove that whatever youâre doing with Sarah is justified by love and circumstance that you miss the important point."
Thomas seemed to be thinking about something, processing this new perspective.
"If you put it that way..." he said slowly. "Youâre right. I... I do enjoy it. The physical pleasure. Not just because itâs Sarah, but because it feels good."
Julian nodded. "Yes. So tell me honestlyâwhat do you like about her? Physically. Sexually. No noble justifications, just truth."
Thomas swallowed hard, his face still flushed, but he met Julianâs eyes.
"Her... her ass," he admitted quietly. "Her breasts. Everything, really. I like how she pleasures me with her mouth. The way she moves when weâre together. The sounds she makes. The way her body responds to mine."
He took a shaky breath.
"I like that she knows exactly what I want. That sheâs not shy or hesitant. That she gives herself completely when weâre together."
Julian smiled, satisfied with the boyâs answer. "There. Thatâs honest. Thatâs real. Now imagine thatâall of thatâwith Helena."
Thomasâs expression shifted to something like horror mixed with unwanted arousal.
"Thatâs... I canât... sheâs my motherâ"
"But if you strip away that label," Julian said calmly, "what is she? A woman. An attractive woman with a body not so different from Sarahâs. Someone who could, theoretically, provide the same physical pleasures you enjoy with your sister."
He let that sink in.
"The taboo makes it more difficult psychologically. But physically? Physically, itâs just another womanâs body. Another source of pleasure. Your mind is creating the barrier, not your body."
Thomas stared at Julian, clearly struggling with this perspective.
"I... I donât know if I can think about her that way," he said finally.
Julian shrugged. "You donât have to decide right now. But when youâre in that room tonight, when Kraven is watchingâit might help to remember that underneath all the labels and relationships and moral complications, itâs just bodies. Just pleasure. Just a transaction to earn your freedom."
He moved closer and his voice became almost hypnotic.
"Sarahâs ass. Helenaâs might be similar. Sarahâs breasts. Helenaâs are bigger, more mature. Sarahâs mouth pleasuring you. Helenaâs could learn. Sarahâs body moving beneath you. Helenaâs could move the same way."
Thomasâs breathing had become more labored, his pupils dilated, clearly affected by Julianâs words despite his resistance.
"Youâre... youâre making it sound so..."
"Simple?" Julian supplied. "Because fundamentally, it is. Your mind is the one making it complicated."
Julian stepped back, giving Thomas space. a
The boy nodded slowly, still looking dazed and conflicted, but clearly processing what Julian had said.
"I... I should go," he said finally. a
"Of course," Julian agreed. "Iâll see you at nine oâclock."
Thomas left quickly, closing the door behind him.
Julian smiled to himself. The psychological manipulation was almost too easy. Take someone already compromised, already engaged in taboo behavior, and shift their framework just slightly.
It was how corruption always workedâone small step at a time, each one justified by the previous one, until you were so deep you couldnât see the path back to where you started.
"Letâs play the game," he said to himself, a slight smile touching his lips.
The rest of the hours passed in a blur.
Julian spent time soaking in the bath, taking his time with the hot water and expensive oils the inn provided. He let the steam and heat relax his muscles, clear his mind and ultimately prepare himself for what was coming.
He took longer than necessary, enjoying the simple pleasure of warm water and solitude.
After bathing, he dressed. Not in his traveling clothes, but in the fine tailored garments that spoke of wealth. He wanted to look the part of a wealthy patron, someone who belonged in Maraâs hidden chamber.