....Vita threw open the double doors to her bedchamber. Across the room, an entire wall of windows gave magnificent view to the hills and dales of Wynorian, the capital city of the Queendom of Travéttica. Late-morning sunlight blanketed the lush forests, glittered off the River Izo, and lent a shimmering, golden hue to the varicolored blooms in the palace's extensive gardens. Hanging low on the horizon, just over the tallest peaks of the Ciddalla Mountain range, the double-moons Nahlia and the smaller Zeta looked like coins of the richest bronze against the majestic blue-green sky.

In the room's center, directly beneath a skylight made of stained glass, sat a bed on a marble pedestal. The mattress, large enough to accommodate more than a dozen bodies, looked soft and inviting, with pillows galore and rosentia petals scattered upon the delicate sheets of crimson satin.

Bron entered the chamber behind her and closed the doors, then as trained, scaled the pedestal's three steps toward the mattress. All the while, Vita watched the rippling muscles in his broad back and sturdy legs flex enticingly. His firm buttocks, dusted with fine brown hair to match his legs, looked more majestic than the double moons outside her windows. He tossed off his loincloth, then crawled onto the bed and settled in its center, resting back on his elbows. Now alone with her, he abandoned the mask of punctilious civility. His handsome face became animated, displaying his true emotions, unmitigated lust being the preeminent, and mirroring her mood.

She seductively stripped off her gown, revealing one full breast, then the other, and massaging her nipples into solid points before continuing. She did this not only because she knew arousing a Vessel to the utmost extreme would provide greater potency in his seed, but she wanted abundantly to please this particular man. The man whose succulent magiwand she craved to savor.

As if reading her thoughts, Bron grabbed his substantial erection at the base, pointed it toward her, and began stroking himself. The foreskin alternately hid and revealed the head, now glistening with his juice in the sunlight. "Have you longed for my creamy nectar, Your Highness?"

Her throat tight with excitement, Vita could only nod. She slid the gown over her hips, exposing to him the triangle of hair at the juncture of her thighs. When the gown puddled around her feet, she gingerly slipped two fingers between her legs and into her tunnel, already oozing with moisture. Together, they stared at each other for a long moment and pleasured themselves.

"I have longed, too, Your Majesty."

"Tell me, Bron..."

"I have longed for your warm lips, your skillful tongue, to caress my cock. To drain from me the power that has been building in my sack since last you supped."

Vita gaped at him. "For two weeks?"

Vessels, in the absence of their Royal Witch, had free reign to release their pent-up magical essence into silver chalices. Servants removed the chalices on a daily basis, marked them as to which Vessel each chalice belonged, then stored them in a freezer for emergency purposes, similar to the way the Queendom of Travéttica had blood banks for the mortals of the world. This way, if a Royal Witch required additional power for a complicated, longer-lasting spell, she had a ready source from which to obtain the needed energy.

"But why did you not drain yourself of this excess power?"

A lecherous grin overspread Bron's face. "You as well as I know the frozen essence is not half as restorative as a fresh source. For my Royal Loveliness, I chose to gift her with every bit of power I can generate."

The declaration touched Vita. Indeed, her Vessels had often shown her similar homage. The sharp tongues of her siblings didn't produce the same steadfast loyalty and devotion from their Vessels, so Vita felt blessed. Once again, her rapt attention in MagiClasses had proven beneficial. "Always treat your Vessels with respect, not like toys, and they will happily grant you loving respect in return." Even now, Vita could almost hear Dazznic's lessons reverberating in her head.

"But a fortnight is an awfully long time, Bron. Indeed, I had intended to be away for a month. What would you have done?"

"A fortnight--one month--a full year," said Bron, his hand still pumping his impressive organ in her direction, "it does not matter. All that matters is my Royal Loveliness receive the most and best I have to offer. 'Tis a solemn duty I joyfully perform."

Vita could take the temptation of his stiff, drooling cock no longer. She reluctantly withdrew her fingers from her dripping snatch and raced up the marble steps to the bed, intending to impale herself on the pillar of perfection in her Vessel's hand.

But he stopped her. Of course, she could have ordered Bron to fuck her senseless--her sisters, when faced with a similar situation, had done so time and again with their Vessels. But Vita's knowledge in the Art of Legerdemain reigned supreme, and she knew, as well as he, what she needed from this wickedly handsome Vessel before they could couple.

Resting back on the mattress, Bron released his magiwand. It slapped against his flat belly and temptingly bounced with a detectable pulse. "Draw from me, Your Highness, draw from me the power you need to replenish. It is all for you...for you..."

Vita crawled onto the mattress beside him, her bare flesh meeting his, making her shiver in delight. Her fingers dove into his wealth of chest hair, while her mouth encased one of his nipples. She sucked and teased him into stiffness before moving to the other and replicating the act. Before her tongue left his chest, she had tasted every inch of it, leaving the hair matted and glossy with saliva.

She worked her way down his muscle-ridged belly, kissing and tasting, kneading the flesh with her greedy hands. A lake of shiny, crystalline pre-essence had pooled in his navel and the web of hair surrounding it. She lapped up his juice, her tongue immediately tingling with the slightly sweet energy it possessed. Every drop of a Vessel's essence had at least some regenerative power, and Vita had no intention of forfeiting a single morsel.

After cleaning his belly of spilt sustenance, she focused her attention on his ironite-erect rod, now emitting warmth against her cheek. How beautiful the manly flesh looked to her eyes, noticeably throbbing and just waiting to be devoured. A gift for only her.

With a hunger like none she had ever felt, Vita closed her lips around the mushroom-shaped head and sucked. More pre-essence tingled her taste buds, coercing her to draw as much of his petrous flesh into her mouth as possible. All of her Vessels possessed magiwands too large for her to deep-throat--Bron's one of the largest--but that certainly didn't stop her from trying.

Her tongue went wild over his veiny meat as she crammed inch after inch into her mouth. She cupped his balls, massaging them, encouraging more of his juice to flow into her famished throat. When she pulled off of him in order to catch some air, she nibbled at his foreskin, knowing he enjoyed that, before once again filling her mouth and feasting on his shaft.

Soon, he started moving his hips, ever so slightly at first, but with quickly escalating enthusiasm. Two weeks, Vita thought, lapping at the hard cock, relishing its warmth on her tongue, the way it pulsed against her lips, the abundance of essence teasing her palate. It surprised her that Bron could hold off as long as he did, especially after so many days without release, and her heart surged with delight that he had done so just for her benefit. She sucked harder still, needing to free him of his heavy burden.

When Bron's ball sack started contracting against her palm, Vita expertly tightened her lips around his shaft and prepared herself. In seconds, accompanied by his deep growls of satisfaction, he exploded. Seed pumped out of his cock, filling her mouth with bitter-sweet warmth. Watching Bron's perfectly chiseled toes curl in orgasm, Vita swallowed with proficient ease while his violent blasts continued. How many surges of creamy essence he provided, she did not know, but never in recent memory had any of her Vessels gifted her with such a impressive load of pure energy. Already, the power within his juice seeped into her body, riotously coursed through her veins, making her think she could cast spells for a thousand years and not once have to replenish her powers. Drinking daily from the dozen substitute Vessels at the Petrik Spa had not come close to having this effect on her. Overwhelmed with sexual abandon, she swallowed Bron's still-flowing nectar with rapacious nimbleness, draining from him every drop.

By the time the cascade of essence trickled to nothingness, Vita buzzed with magical potency. Her fingertips and toes felt wonderfully numb, almost as if she had just ingested a dose of phorphitia, the most efficacious narcotic on all of B'Atrani. After one final loving suck, she released Bron's still-erect cock from her mouth, then crawled on top of his writhing frame, hugging him to her.

"Did--did my gift satisfy Your Majesty?"

In reply, she held up her pendant, now practically bursting with crimson light, more than she had seen in many a month. She kissed his lips, thrusting her tongue deep into his throat and silently voicing her gratitude. His strong arms engulfed her, and within moments, she found herself flat on her back with his sinewy body atop her, grinding against her flesh.

Before Vita could instruct him to do so, Bron filled her needy tunnel with his entire length of meat. He rained kisses upon her face, her shoulders, her breasts, allowing her feminine muscles to clutch his magiwand while she groaned her pleasure....