Chapter - 13
Cassandra, a whirlwind of efficient movement, practically scooped Nimera up, the girl still dazed from the intense blowjob that had left her breathless and boneless. The mother and daughter slipped out, the knight who'd escorted Celestine following close behind. It left me, Queen Lirael, and the Royal Priest in the room.
We settled onto plush sofas near the large windows, the soft light catching the sheen of the silk robe Cassandra had draped over me before she left. My hard cock was still out in the open though, as I didn't tie the robe from the front. It throbbed, slick with a glistening mix of saliva and pre-cum. The thick veins on it pulsed beneath the skin, a testament to its size. Frankly, it waa a little intimidating.
Celestine's eyes, however, didn't seem intimidated. They were glued to it, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, then nibbling at them, a clear sign of her attraction.
"My prince," she began, her voice smooth as honey, "I can't tell you how relieved I was to hear of your recovery. I've prayed for your health, constantly."
"Thank you," I managed, my voice a little rough.
It was Lirael who cut to the chase, her usual regal composure slightly frayed. "Celestine, please examine Damon. While I was in the court, meeting with my ministers, I felt a severance. You know how it feels when a slave dies? That abrupt severing of the magical bond? It was one of Damon's caretakers and I panicked, thinking he might be in danger, so I rushed back. But…" She paused, her gaze sweeping over my still-rigid member, "But when I arrived, I found Damon… well, he'd just finished having sex with her."
Celestine copied her, her stare lingering on the engorged head, before she slowly focused back on Lirael.
"Celestine, he has a bond with that slave, now. She's magically bound to him. It's… unheard of. Once a binding is placed, you know it's unbreakable. But the most astonishing thing… Damon now has feythar within him. I checked. I sensed it." Lirael spoke with a mixture of awe and wonder.
Celestine rose, her height surprisingly imposing – easily my equal, a towering six feet of woman. She moved with a grace that belied her size as she approached me. She knelt between my legs, her hands resting on my thighs as her breasts, substantial globes of femininity, brushed against my aroused length. Celestine then leaned closer; the soft fabric of her dress yielding slightly to the pressure of my throbbing cock, until it pressed hard against the valley of her breasts, my cockhead almost scraping against her chin.
Her gaze held mine though, her eyes fixed on my face intensely. She cupped my cheeks gently, her fingers tracing the sharp angles of my jawline, then closed her eyes. She remained like that for what felt like an eternity, a strange energy flowing into me, a foreign current coursing through my veins, an unfamiliar warmth that made my blood sing in a way that sent shivers down my spine. As it reached my abdomen, a gasp escaped Celestine's lips, her eyes flying open before she stumbled back, hands flying to her chest as she gasped for air, her face pale for a moment.
Then, a smile bloomed on her face, a radiant expression of utter wonder. "My Queen," she breathed, "you are right. His Highness, the Prince is a feythar user. And his feythar purity… it's higher than anyone I've ever examined. This calls for celebration. From what I sensed, Prince Damon will become a remarkably powerful Tamer."
Lirael's smile mirrored Celestine's joy, her arm sliding around my waist in a warm embrace. Their combined happiness was infectious. But then Celestine's face grew serious. "But, there's something I've noticed. The Prince's feythar, it doesn't flow like ours. My Queen, I suspect His Highness might not be able to use the 'Rite of Binding' in the conventional way. His feythar flow… it contradicts it. When I probed, I received a significant backlash when I attempted to channel feythar through that specific pathway."
Lirael's joyful expression crumbled, replaced by a look of sheer panic. "Then what does that mean for him, Celestine? If he can't bind monsters, how can he be a Tamer?"
Celestine offered Lirael a reassuring smile. "I would advise the Prince to continue binding monsters, as he did just now."
My eyebrow shot up. "By having sex with them?"
"Yes, my Prince," Celestine confirmed, her gaze dropping to my still-hard cock, her eyes alight with a mixture of curiosity and undeniable lust. Lirael's gaze followed suit, their collective intensity a palpable thing, leaving no doubt the two women had some thoughts and ideas about continuing this sensual research. Too bad they both were humans and not monsters.