Chapter - 11
After our intense night, Cassandra lay peacefully in my arms, her breathing soft and even. I closed my eyes, still caught in the aftermath of it all, but something strange stirred deep within me. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through my body. Before I could react, words began to materialize in my vision:
Cassandra Nix
Terminating previous binding
New feythar binding initiated
The words vanished just as quickly as they'd appeared, leaving me blinking in shock. Before I could even process what I'd seen, a blinding, pulsing light engulfed us both, radiating outward from Cassandra's body and flowing into mine like a wave of fire. I felt a connection being forged, an invisible thread weaving itself between us, binding us together in a way that went beyond anything I'd experienced. As the light finally receded, I sat there on the edge of the bed, stunned, my entire body thrumming with newfound energy.
"What in the actual fuck…" I muttered, feeling the remnants of the strange sensation coursing through my veins. I could feel her presence within me, as if our souls were now somehow intertwined.
Cassandra stirred beside me, blinking sleep from her eyes. She looked around, a hand drifting to her neck in confusion before her gaze fixed on me, wide-eyed and uncertain.
"Master… I can't sense the Queen anymore." Her voice trembled slightly as she moved closer, her hands reaching for me, resting on my chest. "Why… why do I only feel this connection with you now?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but before I could speak, the door burst open, and Queen Lirael strode in, her expression a mixture of worry and barely-contained panic. A few servants and knights filed in behind her, each of them scanning the room, alert and anxious.
"Cassandra," she breathed in relief, her eyes darting to both of us. But then, her gaze lingered, suspicion and confusion dawning on her face. "The binding… it came undone. I thought something terrible had happened to both of you."
Realizing that she was naked in front of the Queen, Cassandra hastily wrapped herself in a bedsheet, her face flushed.
"Your Majesty," she stammered, "I don't know what happened, but… my binding to you has been severed. Somehow, I feel myself bound to…" She glanced at me, her face a mixture of wonder and disbelief. "Bound to the prince."
Queen Lirael's eyes widened as they locked onto mine, studying me intensely. I felt a bit embarrassed as well at my state of undress, but Lirael didn't seem to care. In one swift motion, she moved to my side, her hands grasping mine. She closed her eyes, focusing intently. For a moment, nothing happened, but then her eyes flew open, and I saw an expression of astonishment mingled with profound joy.
"Yes…" she whispered, barely able to contain her excitement. "I can feel it—feythar, coursing through you." She released my hands, her face lighting up in sheer elation. "Damon, my son, you possess feythar!"
She turned to one of the knights in attendance, urgency sharpening her voice. "Sir Kithred, fetch the royal priests immediately. They must confirm this."
The knights and servants hurriedly left the room after that. Only Nimera among them remained. She quickly moved to her mother's side, embracing her tightly.
As the door closed behind them, Queen Lirael turned back to me. Her hands moved to cup my face as she drew me closer before her lips pressed against mine in a passionate, fervent kiss. Her hands moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and I could feel her heart pounding in time with mine.
"Damon," she whispered between kisses, her fingers threading through my hair, "this is… beyond my greatest hopes. The heavens have answered my prayers. My son, my own flesh and blood… is a Tamer."
Her words were filled with pride and disbelief. She kissed me again, deeper this time, her joy and passion flowing into every movement, a small, breathless moan escaping her lips as she clung to me.
I couldn't resist the urge to touch Lirael's lush ass. My hands moved of their own accord, encircling around Lirael before sinking into the plush flesh, kneading and groping as I pulled her against me. My semi-hard cock stiffened to full mast, pressing insistently against Lirael's soft stomach.