“Cær ta’er?” I call in terror. Diaphonus appears from behind the curtain. He must have been in the garden.
“Yes, cær ta’il?” he asks, his cerulean eyes holding the promise of eons of bliss that await us. “Have you forgotten about your accident?” he asks, brow quirked when he notices my terror.
I strain my mind to remember. I seem to be so perplexed this morning. I cannot remember anything from the days past, only that I am here, with my beloved, in Taer Vallhen, my home.
“Seems like wine makes you do unwise things, like dancing on glass tables, cær ta’il.”
I shake my head thoughtfully. Wine? That doesn’t sound much like me. I prefer more potent liquor…
“Come with me,” he extends his hand and assists me in sitting up, “the healing waters will help.”
I’m not disturbed by his eyes scanning my bare curves. Being naked with my Cær ta’er is the most natural thing, a pleasure and a privilege. And how I long for his touch. His throat bobs when he takes me in. He’s definitely taking his time today, indulging in the shameless display of my curves. I’m pleased to notice the massive strain under his white priest garments.
“I am always amazed at how beautiful you are, Cær ta’il,” he purrs. His palm rests on my lower back as he guides me outside.
A crystal infinity pond stretches before my feet, and I enter the lukewarm water. The pain in my injured feet disappears when I step on the rounded pebbles at the bottom. I dive in, enjoying the caress of the sapphire water.
I reach the far edge of the pool and gasp at the shimmering abyss that lies beyond. The pool water splashes outside into the white clouds below, each drop turning into a tiny rainbow.
Crowned by a shimmering white city, an island floats at the horizon—Taer Vallhen. The temple of the Light shines bright as a diamond, the sacred ibises flying in swarms around its crystal dome.
Terraced gardens add freshness and color to the pearl of the high elves kingdom, airships float gracefully toward the main island, and a distant waft of the holy incense burning in the sacred halls reaches me.
The movement of water draws my attention, and I turn around to face a naked Diaphonus wading into the pool, approaching me. Diaphonus the Fair—the monicker beyond well-earned. High Priest of the Order of the First Light, my master and lover.
His long blond hair braided in a complex hairdo, tiny glistening drops snake between the muscles of his broad, golden-skinned chest and cascade down the slope of his rippling abs. The earrings gracing the tips of his pointy ears reflect the bright sunlight; the heavy golden strands and amulets around his neck and wrists—signs of his high rank—are almost blinding. All this beauty and splendor frames his warm smile like a halo.
The most powerful mage of the kingdom, the most devoted priest. My beloved, my Cær ta’er.
“Who are you, Cær ta’il?” he asks, cupping my nape and pulling me in, his eyes piercing mine, loaded with unspoken questions.
“What got into you, Cær ta’er?” I playfully slap his hand away, which greedily reaches to my breast. “I am your favorite concubine. I was gifted to you by my father—”
“And will you do everything that your master commands?” he asks, voice husky, lowering his face to me. I feel the heat of his lips and see his heavy cock rise in the clear water. I try to remember what he enjoys in bed, but my memory fails me again. Heavy oblivion covers everything before this morning.
“Your wish is my command, Cær ta’er,” I murmur as his lips slam into mine.
Diaphonus – The Priest
I have been dreaming of this moment since we met.
Celeste offers me her heavy breasts, and I am in a frenzy—cupping, kneading, squeezing the tender flesh, taking the hardened peaks in my mouth, tormenting them with my tongue. She is so exquisite, so deliciously different than the elven females I’ve had. The contrast of her lusty curves, tiny waist, and slender legs awakens a beast in me that I never suspected existed. I remember the ferocity with which Tarcyll was taking her in the steam bath, like a beast, he growled while I stood at the door, my cock harder than ever, my heart torn apart by envy and jealousy. I should have entered then. I know that the lusty spymaster wouldn’t mind sharing this divine treat, that his dark appetites even sharpen when there are more than two involved in his games of passion. Oh, how tempted I was to barge in and fill her sinful mouth with my thick arousal, to make her scream my name.
My attention is drawn back to her lips, and I punish her for frolicking with the other Hunter. I suck and bite, caress her tongue with dominating strokes, until I notice she pulls away, whimpering and gasping for air.
Will she cast another spell when I make her climax? Or does it work only with Tarcyll? Possessiveness rears its head again, and I grab her hips under the water, pulling her in so she straddles my thigh. I don’t need to guide her anymore, as she starts rubbing her throbbing folds against me in a frenzy and grabs my aching cock with her tiny hand. She can’t even close her fingers around my girth, I realize with a smirk.
“Not yet, Cær ta’il,” I command, and Celeste obeys, yet her hips still rock on my leg. The glamour I placed upon her is so strong that she would do anything I ask of her. I grab her hair and pull her back so that our eyes meet. Oh, what a bottomless, dark, and delicious Pandora’s box I have opened by dragging her to my hideout!
I turn her around and bend her over the pool’s edge; she faces the illusion of Taer Vallhen I have created, and the perfect rounding of her ass presses against the tip of my cock. One jerk and I would impale her, and she knows it. Now she stands completely still, and my brow furrows, noticing the bruises left by Tarcyll’s fingers.
I am mesmerized by these two perfect spheres rubbing greedily along my length, and I contemplate how to have her. I remember my oath to my people, my promise to harvest the magic from the most potent Anchor ever, even if I have to strip the flesh off her bones and realize how wrong I am. I exhale with a hiss when she once again struggles against my grip and tries to skewer herself on my cock. She gives me a heavy-lidded look over her wet shoulder, wondering why I’m so reluctant. Her autumn-colored eyes are glassy from my spell.
And then I realize it.
I cannot have her against her will.
I want her to look at me with heat and plea, just like she looks at the spymaster.
