Chapter - 21
After a relaxing bath, the steam still clinging to my skin, I made my way to my mother's room. Lirael sat at her desk, the parchment before her illuminated by the soft glow of a candle. She was so engrossed in reading that she didn't hear me enter. I moved silently behind her, the scent of her perfume – a subtle blend of lavender and rose – filling my senses. I peered over her shoulder, seeing the detailed plans for an extension to the Royal Academy – a project she'd been likely recently focusing on.
Leaning down, I kissed the delicate skin of her neck, my lips lingering just below her earlobe. A soft gasp escaped her lips, a sound both startled and sensual.
As she turned her head, I captured her lips in a deep, sloppy kiss, my tongue immediately invading her mouth. The taste of her lipstick – a subtle berry scent – mingled with the natural sweetness of her saliva. Her tongue met mine in a dance of exploration, deepening the kiss, making it both passionate and intensely intimate.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you come in," she murmured, her voice slightly breathless, her fingers gently cupping my cheek.
"You look cute when you're surprised," I replied, steeling another kiss, this one lighter, more playful.
I took her hand, my fingers intertwining with hers, and gently pulled her from the chair. Leading her to the edge of the bed, I settled onto the plush mattress, pulling her into my lap. Her supple ass nestled comfortably against my groin, the warmth of her body radiating against me. I encircled her with my arms, pulling her close, the scent of her perfume and the feel of her soft skin against mine feeling exquisite.
I gazed at Lirael's face, drinking in her beauty. Her pale skin, the full redness of her lips, her mesmerizing crystal-light blue eyes captivated me entirely. She tucked a strand of her golden hair behind her ear, a simple gesture that held an unspoken elegance.
"What are you staring at?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"I'm staring at the most beautiful woman in the world," I replied, my voice thick with emotion. "And I'm the luckiest man, because that woman is my mother." I leaned in, kissing her again, a slow, lingering kiss. Her fingers threaded through my hair, her touch gentle yet firm. Our lips and tongues entwined, our saliva mixing, as we savored the taste of each other.
When our lips finally parted, I said, "I wanted to talk about Nimera. I've bound her, just like Cassandra. My feythar… it's increased as well." The increase in my feythar – the magical energy coursing through my veins – was a tangible sign of the power I now wielded.
Lirael nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "I know," she said softly. "I felt my bond with her break last night. I knew you'd taken her. Celestine was right. You can tame monsters by having sex with them." Her words were laced with a mixture of pride and wonder.
"But that creates a problem, doesn't it?" I said, my voice thoughtful. "First, I can only have sex with monsters in their humanoid forms, and for that, they need to be tamed beforehand. Second, male monsters are out of the picture; I can't have sex with them." The limitations were frustrating, yet the challenge of taming and binding more powerful creatures fueled a new kind of ambition within me.
Lirael nodded, "Yes, they are significant hurdles," she acknowledged. "But still, Damon, the fact that you have two monsters bound to you, and you have feythar in your veins… that's enough for me to celebrate. Two days ago, I couldn't even comprehend such a great thing happening."
She leaned in, kissing me again, a tender kiss this time. "Tomorrow, at the ceremony," she murmured against my lips, "I'll be the proudest mother, because of you." She pulled back slightly, leaning close to my ear, her breath warm against my skin. "And I'll make sure all the female Tamers in the kingdom know you're looking for a bride. They'll all be pining to take the place beside you."
My cock lurched against her ass, a sudden, hard surge of arousal that made her moan softly. The warmth of her body, the pressure of her against me, the knowledge of her whispered promise… it was intoxicating. She shifted slightly, her ass wiggling against my erection, savoring the feel of my hardness pressing against her pussy.
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The next day, I stood in my room, preparing myself for the ceremony mother had arranged. It was going to be a grand affair meant to solidify my position as Crown Prince in the eyes of the kingdom.
The day's events would begin with a procession to the main city square. Lirael, the Queen, and I, as her son and heir, would appear before the gathered citizens. Lirael planned to deliver a speech to the common folk, affirming the strength of the Vallore dynasty and the promise of the future under my rule. At the end of her speech, she would present me with the Staff of Celadrin—a ceremonial relic passed down through generations to symbolize the authority and lineage of the Crown Prince.
After the presentation, we would return to the palace, where the nobles of Celadrin would assemble for a celebration. The evening would feature an opulent banquet, intricate dances in the royal ballroom, and a chance for the kingdom's elite to pay their respects.
As I stood in front of the mirror, Nimera busied herself helping me into a finely tailored black suit befitting the occasion. Although I couldn't help fidgeting with the stiff bow tie she insisted I wear.
"I don't see why I need this ridiculous thing," I muttered, tugging at the bow tie with a sigh. Formalwear was far from my comfort zone, and the constriction of the outfit only added to my unease.
Nimera merely smiled, her green eyes glinting with amusement as she reached up to adjust the offending tie. "Because, Master, today you are not just Damon—you are the Crown Prince of Celadrin. And the Crown Prince must look the part."
Her own attire was a stark contrast to her usual black maid uniform. Nimera wore a stunning red dress that hugged her figure elegantly. It was adorned with delicate embroidery, making her look regal and refined. Her hair, usually tied back in a neat style, was artfully arranged, framing her face in soft waves.
"You look incredible, Nimera," I said, momentarily forgetting my irritation as I took in the sight of her.
She blushed faintly. "Thank you, Master. It's only fitting that your maid reflects your prestige on a day like this."
I couldn't help but smile at her response. Adjusting the cuffs of my jacket, I straightened up and glanced in the mirror. The reflection staring back at me was that of a man stepping into a role he was destined to fulfill.