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A Priestess, an ancient ceremony, and a chosen boy.

It was fading. 'I shouldn't let his food get cold... He could blame me. I don't need to be getting punished for cold food of all things.' Her eyes began to glow again as she cast a spell on the food, one that would better trap the heat and keep the food warm, and maintained a chant under her breath to keep the spell going until she reached the room.

Once there, she set the platter down on the table by the bed, as per the Prince's command, and sat on the bed. The room was tidy and she was well-groomed, so there was little for her to do until he returned. She continued to chant under her breath, using only a small amount of her magical energy to keep his food warm for him. It had been so long since she'd used her powers that it would soon start to take a toll on her body. 'Well, I'm certainly glad I didn't do what I would've liked to with Sanxar's member.' She laughed bitterly to herself. 'Oh, how I would've loved to destroy what little bit of manhood he has... I need his help, though. He has access to things that I simply won't.'

"Ah, good... You did as I asked, I see," the Prince's deep, kind voice rang through the room as he entered. He walked toward the table and removed the platter cover to see the still steaming hot plate of food. "How did you manage this, Vorel?"

She tried to remain calm as she stopped the spell, keeping her gaze down so he wouldn't see her glow. "I made certain to get it to your room as quickly as I could and I was lucky enough to make it to the kitchen before your meal had sat out too long, sire. I tried to do everything in my power to not let it get cold for you," she said meekly. 'I can't let him know of my magic just yet.'

"That's very good work. You're seeming more and more worth what I paid by the moment."

"Thank you, sire. Shall I leave you to your meal?"

"No. You'll stay there on my bed. In fact..." he picked up a piece of the meat from his plate and fed it to her. She ate it without question. It was delicious, but she knew that it wasn't his intent for her to enjoy it; He wanted her to make sure it wasn't poisoned. She swallowed and they waited watching each other.

After a few moments, Prince Seian seemed to determine that it was fine and began eating, occasionally feeding her what he didn't want to eat. She was going to eat well as his servant, that was certain. Of course, that is provided she doesn't ingest any poison. She could think of a few good reasons for someone wanting to see the Prince of Dragons dead, but it would make far more sense to strike at the head of the serpent: the Dragon King himself. This would be a suicide mission, but it would a small sacrifice to rid the world of the likes of him. 'Sure, he seems kind enough, but he did go to war with my people and decimated my kind to what is likely a mere hundred or so, possibly less, scattered into the countryside or sold as slaves. The Dragon King is scum as his wretched son... I can't let myself forget that.'

"Now that we've eaten, Vorel... It's time for you to tend to your other duties," he growled lustily. "I've been looking forward to having you again all day." As he said this, he removed his clothes and stood before her, his cock was beginning to harden as he thought of all the things he wanted to do to her. He was becoming more feral as he watched her breasts heave and her eyes widen when he laid her down and started to get on top of her.

Vorel was uncertain of what to do. His demeanor had changed very suddenly, so she laid beneath him and started to undress herself. "Stop! Don't do anything unless I tell you to. You will lay there and let me do as I wish," his voice was low and raspy, as though he was barely able to contain his lust.

He pushed up her dress so that he could better access her warm, wet hole and slid his tongue inside of her, exploring every curve, feeling every muscle, and tasting every last drop of her juices.

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