Who we are

A/N: Well, I wasn't expecting to have this chapter done so soon... I also wasn't expecting the chapters of this story to start getting as long as "The Shaman's Pet," but here it is.

Chapter 4 - Who we are-

Elizabeth bit down on the blanket, her embarrassment evident.

fuck, I didn't want him to see, not yet, she thought to herself, desperately trying to figure out a way to escape from his bed, room, and home without him seeing what she was wearing.

How the hell did I go from Leah's room in the church, trying on seductive clothing and lingerie for our special night, to here? This isn't even the slightest bit romantic, and he's still just staring at me, her thoughts pondered anxiously.

The young wizard didn't look away; his mind was elsewhere even though he was looking at her. Her appearance was only a momentary reprieve. His thoughts ran at thirty thousand words a second, processing everything his dad had just revealed to him, and he mentally fell back into his own little world.

Is he expecting me to act first or explain? she thought, looking into his eyes and realizing they were vacant. He's not here... he's not paying attention to me! Well, I'll fix that!

The red on her face changed from shock and embarrassment to annoyance. She couldn't believe she wasn't the object of his attention and thoughts while lying naked in his bed.

I may play second fiddle to your magic everywhere else, but together in bed, I better be the only thing dominating your thoughts, she thought. As she sat up, she pushed the young wizard back onto his back in the bed and then rolled over on top of him, mounting him.

"Hey, your woman is laying half naked in your bed, and you're thinking about literally anything else. I don't know if I should be offended or suspicious right now." She said, leaning forward and whispering into his ear, "You better not be thinking about a certain slut noble!" She gave him an expression that was a mixture of both cute and annoyed.

Earlier that day...

"Great... we are here now; what did that piggy tell you?" Elizabeth asked, not hiding her evident annoyance.

Before them stands an extravagant manor that houses the baroness who governs the land. No expense was spared in constructing the building.

Nestled amidst lush gardens and towering oak trees, the baroness's opulent manor rises in grandeur. Its imposing façade is crafted from shimmering white stone adorned with intricate carvings depicting heroic tales of old. Tall, arched windows with stained glass panels capture the sunlight, casting a colorful dance of hues across the marble floors of the entrance hall.

A cobblestone courtyard leads to an ornate wrought-iron gate, beyond which lies a courtyard adorned with lavish fountains that spout crystal-clear water. The sprawling estate boasts multiple wings, each boasting balconies overlooking the meticulously landscaped gardens and serene reflecting pools. Sculpted topiaries shaped like magical creatures lend an air of whimsy to the surroundings.

The door swings open to reveal a stately old butler, his demeanor and attire exuding a sense of formality and experience. With a slight bow, he greets them with a welcoming tone, "Ah, young wizard and young priestess, welcome! I assume you are here to speak with the lady?"

Hi'kim and Elizabeth exchange a brief nod, confirming his assumption. "Yes, that's correct," Hi'kim replies respectfully.

"Very well, please come this way," the butler motions for them to follow and leads them through the magnificent corridors of the manor. As they walk, the air carries an air of history and prestige, the walls adorned with portraits of generations past, each one representing a part of the baroness's lineage.

They arrive at a spacious dining room with an intricately carved table with fine china, sparkling crystal, and a centerpiece of fresh flowers. The butler gestures for them to take their seats, a silent assurance that their host will join them shortly. With another bow, he departs to attend to his duties elsewhere in the manor.

The young duo finds themselves in a comfortable anticipation, surrounded by an atmosphere that blends luxury with tradition. The room is adorned with elegant tapestries and tasteful decorations that reflect the baroness's refined taste.

After a brief period of anticipation, Lady Isabella makes her entrance, and the room seems to brighten in her presence. She exudes an air of graceful seduction, her refined beauty drawing the eye of anyone fortunate enough to behold her. At forty years old, she carries herself with a confident stature, standing tall at five foot ten.

Lady Isabella's appearance is striking, and her age has little effect on her flawless skin, which remains smooth and unblemished. Her face radiates an aura of ageless elegance, capturing the essence of what many aspire to look like as they mature. Her hourglass figure is accentuated by her attire, with her bodice emphasizing her ample bosom, a feature that often commands the attention of those she encounters.

As she moves, her hips sway with a gentle grace, drawing attention to her well-defined curves. Her thighs and legs complete the portrait of femininity, exemplifying the idea of what one would call "baby-making hips."

She wore a luxurious bathrobe that hinted that she may have just gotten out of the bath, as her damp hair and slightly moist skin suggest. The bathrobe is loosely worn, allowing it to fall off her shoulders, revealing a glimpse of her ample cleavage. She wore no makeup on her face, showing only her natural beauty. This was a rare sight to be seen by anyone.

Her eyes locked onto Hi'kim like a predator fixating on its prey. This intense gaze seemed to convey both desire and anticipation. Her bathrobe clings to her figure, accentuating the curves and contours of her body as if trying to lure him in with its tantalizing display.

As Lady Isabella approaches, her voice takes on a sultry tone, her words dripping with honeyed sweetness. "Greetings, young wizard and priestess. I understand you seek an audience, and I am here to lend an ear to your concerns."

Elizabeth, no fool to the intentions behind the baroness's gaze, took assertive action. She wrapped both her arms around Hi'kim's, holding onto him tightly as if to stake her claim. A clear look of annoyance crossed her features, indicating her displeasure at the baroness's lingering looks at what she considered her territory. The noblewoman's chuckle and smile only seemed to exacerbate Elizabeth's irritation.

Meanwhile, Hi'kim, far from oblivious, consciously chose to ignore the unspoken tension that surrounded him. Despite the physical response in his pants to the baroness's appearance was noticeable.

Lady Isabella Amelia Whitestone, the widow and head of the Whitestone noble line, Hi'kim's thoughts raced as he recalled what he knew about the baroness. She arrived in the village approximately a year after my father's arrival, though her reasons for relocating here remain unknown. Rumors have painted her as a seductress, rumored to have tried to ensnare my father in the past. When that proved unsuccessful, I had become her target once I came of age.

Lady Isabella's advances were undeniable. She is a woman of undeniable beauty, with a figure that has ignited many a man's fantasy. Yet, the rumors that have swirled around her, claiming multiple affairs with the village's men, including the most recent being tavern owner and the shopkeeper, have left me wary of indulging such desires to taste her for myself, and I want no part in sowing the seeds of distrust between Elizabeth and myself because of rumors of her snd myself appearing. Thus, I've feigned ignorance of her advances.

"Apologies for interrupting your evening, Lady Isabella," Hi'kim began, his tone direct and to the point. "However, there's a matter of significance that requires your insight. You possess knowledge that could confirm or refute the claims made by the bishop. Given the gravity of the situation, we seek your collaboration."

Lady Isabella arched an eyebrow at Hi'kim's straightforward approach. "Questioning something his piggy grace said? Well, I must admit, such skepticism piques my curiosity. Pray, enlighten me on this matter."

As Elizabeth nearly succumbed to laughter at the baroness's choice of words, Hi'kim's stern glance stifled her amusement.

"The bishop has audaciously claimed that my father is none other than Nuru Chikwado, Kwame Jafari, Esi Osun, and even Ayo Odion! He insists that you can corroborate this outrageous assertion," Hi'kim declared, causing Elizabeth's head to snap in his direction, her expression a mixture of shock and disbelief.

"What?" Elizabeth interjected, unable to contain her astonishment.

Lady Isabella responded with a thoughtful murmur to herself, "I see, so the son was oblivious to the father's identity all this time." She then walked over to a nearby chair taking a seat across from them.

She deliberately opened her legs slightly, allowing them to fall apart and giving the young wizard an intentional view of her intimate area, further fueling Elizabeth's irritation.

"But yes, every individual of significant power in this world is well aware of your father. His reputation precedes him. His presence is cyclical, appearing roughly every century to father a child whose actions alter the course of history. These progeny have been known to orchestrate the collapse/creation of entire kingdoms or empires, halt massive wars, and accomplish seemingly impossible feats. For instance, it's widely believed that one of his sons united and brought peace among the Beastfolk tribes in the western lands a century ago, forming not just a kingdom but an empire that still stands strong today. However, your father himself has yet to either confirm or deny these speculations," Lady Isabella explained in her elegant, composed manner.

"His motives remain shrouded in mystery, and if, or perhaps when, we ever manage to engage him in such discussions, he tends to dismiss the question without much explanation. We chanced upon his presence in this village purely by luck. Unfortunately, it appears that you were already born when we realized it... No offense intended. My very purpose in visiting this place was to either persuade him to commit to our kingdom on a more permanent basis or at least become the mother of his next offspring... but for seventeen years, my efforts have only met with failure." She let out a sigh, briefly closing her eyes and collecting herself.

"I couldn't even succeed in seducing his own son... me, the woman hailed as the jewel of Whitestone. I, who had bedded a king and held more sway over him than even his own wife, failed to entice a mere boy who had only just discovered how a dick is meant to be used." Lady Isabella muttered under her breath, her frustration evident though carefully concealed.

"But my main point is this: the leader of the church, the council members of the sorcery council, and the highest echelons of this country's nobility all know who your father is... although they are aware of your existence, they are ignorant of your identity. Upon realizing that he had been discovered, your father sent a chilling message warning that 'while he doesn't care about being found if even a whisper about his son's existence reaches the public domain... our entire nation and our fellow countrymen will be immortalized in history as one of the world's most perplexing disappearances.'" Her voice carried an icy edge as she conveyed this information.

"So, in essence, only the bishop and perhaps his most trusted associates, as well as my family, are aware of your existence. My kin certainly weren't willing to tempt fate by exposing your presence to the king or the other nobles, and I presume the church took a similar stance." Her gaze remained fixed on the young wizard.

"Consequently, when you depart from here, don't expect any special privileges or preferential treatment because of your lineage. No one officially knows of your existence, and as far as the rest of the nation is concerned, you're just another country bumpkin journeying to the city, destined to be swallowed up like countless others before you." Her tone retained its frigid edge as she delivered her words.

The duo remained transfixed, hanging onto every word the baroness uttered. Elizabeth was at a loss for words, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. The situation felt surreal, akin to a tale from children's stories, where an orphan suddenly discovers their royal lineage, embarking on a journey of training and education to fulfill their destiny as the true heir to the throne.

Hi'kim's expression reflected his disbelief, even though he now had two sources confirming his father's identity. However, he couldn't readily accept the truth. Memories flooded his mind, memories of his father teaching him magic, guiding him through the pages of the very books his father wrote under an alias, in a different life, spanning different eras. The weight of it all was almost too much to bear.

As the reality of the situation sunk in, Hi'kim's mind raced through the memories he shared with his father. His father had imparted lessons on history, recounting events that now seemed to be his own past. But what puzzled him was his father's disconnection from those stories, as if he were reciting the tales of someone else's life. It was a paradox that gnawed at his thoughts, adding to the confusion and disbelief he felt.

"Wait a second," Hi'kim interjected, his voice laced with skepticism. "How can you be so certain? Let's say, for argument's sake, that I entertain the idea that all those legendary wizards were actually the same person. How do you know it was my father? Yes, my dad is skilled and all, but there are hundreds of wizards across the entire planet who can cast master level magic."

The baroness's lips curled into an almost sinister smile as she responded, "True, but how many of those wizards do you think can wield chaos magic? I've personally witnessed it, your father's chaos magic. I might not be a magic user, but it's common knowledge that chaos magic is believed to be nothing more than a myth!"

Hi'kim's eyes widened in shock, and he involuntarily took a step back, causing Elizabeth to instinctively move with him. Her face displayed a mix of confusion and shock as her gaze shifted between Hi'kim and the baroness, clearly trying to process the astonishing revelation.

How!? How does she know about my father's knowledge of chaos magic? It was supposed to be a well-kept secret. She must be bluffing; he wouldn't have just shown her... the young wizard thought, his mind racing to make sense of the situation.

"The fallen empire of Nuru Chikwado, the sorcerer king who conquered the world and ruled it for a thousand years, was said to have accomplished such a feat thanks to chaos magic. He subjugated every race, regardless of whether it was Man, Fey, Celestial, Beastfolk, Undead, or Infernal. This very chaos magic that was said to have brought ruin to that empire and nearly brought about the end of creation," the noblewoman said, standing up and stepping forward.

"And you simply take that as truth? The old empire is often treated as a myth, a mere rumor without any concrete evidence to prove its existence," he countered, his voice carrying a tinge of skepticism.

"Except for the accounts of ancient elves, fairies, and numerous other races that have outlived humans. Those who have witnessed the events firsthand and who harbor an eternal resentment towards our kind because there was a time when WE STOOD ABOVE THEM ALL!" The noblewoman's voice escalated, her passionate statement causing Elizabeth to take a step back in surprise.

"Many other races bear animosity towards humans due to their historical recollections or teachings about the power humans once wielded," she began, but Hi'kim interjected before she could continue.

"The power one man once held," the young wizard stated bluntly.

"What!?" The baroness questioned coldly.

"If the stories are true, the human race held nothing. Only the sorcerer king held any actual power. You said it yourself; he subjugated all races, including other races of men," the young wizard said directly.

The baroness and the young wizard locked eyes, their gazes unwavering as a tense silence settled between them. Unsure how to intervene in this escalating situation, Elizabeth took a step back, observing the interaction with a mixture of confusion and concern.

Moments later, a smile slowly spread across the baroness's face, her posture relaxing as she seemed to revel in the tension of the moment. Her bathrobe, already hanging off her shoulder, slipped even lower, revealing her ample bosom in all its voluptuous glory. "Well, young one, you have your answer, but whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you," she purred. The edge of a mischievous smirk danced on her lips as she continued, "Now, as it's quite late, and unless you're planning to join me in bed, my butler will kindly show you out."

With that, she reached for a bell on the table beside her and rang it. The same butler who had led them in reappeared in the room, waiting to escort the guests out. "And perhaps next time, we can make your visit a bit more... intimate for both of us," she added with a suggestive glint in her eye. "This passion we've just shared has more... pleasurable uses." Her words hung in the air as she gracefully departed the room the way she had entered, leaving a charged atmosphere in her wake.

Elizabeth's frustration was clear as day, her voice rising almost to a shout. She attempted to reach out and grab at the departed baroness, her anger evident in her actions, all while being carried out of the manor by Hi'kim.

Back to the present...

Elizabeth pulls at Hi'kim's tunic until it gets over his head and off his body, then throws it onto the floor. She looked down at him before kissing his neck and working her way down to his chest, her lips leaving a trail of warmth on his milk chocolate-colored skin.

"Since... muah... it's... muah... around... midnight," she came back up from kissing his chest, "you just have 3 more days to wait before you can truly claim me as yours. I can hardly wait," she said with a flush appearing on her face.

She pulled back further, tugging down his pants to reveal his stiffening manhood. His member stood tall and stiff at 9 inches, causing Elizabeth to blush. Apart from the church's painted visuals of male anatomy in the texts, this was, in fact, her first time actually seeing one.

She held it in her hand, looking at it lovingly for a moment before leaning down to take him into her mouth. He let out a loud groan as he felt her tongue swirl around the head of his manhood.

Elizabeth's warm, wet mouth worked its magic as she expertly sucked on his manhood. Hi'kim's hands found their way to her golden blonde hair, gripping it tightly as she bobbed her head up and down on him. Despite this being her first actual blowjob, her mouth and tongue moved with a practiced ease that belied her experience. As the initiate of the goddess of intimacy, Elizabeth had access to a wealth of knowledge about sex, and she diligently explored various texts and teachings to learn how to please a man, a fact that was now quite evident in her skilled actions.

With one hand firmly holding the base of his shaft, Elizabeth's head bobbed with precision, taking in only about five inches before the back of her throat presented a limit. Meanwhile, her other hand tenderly massaged his family jewels, her skilled actions eliciting pleasurable sensations. She maintained her seal-tight grip around the five-inch girth of his member, creating a satisfying and pleasurable rhythm with her lips and tongue.

With her skilled movements continuing, Elizabeth's gaze shifted towards Hi'kim. She noticed that he had remained surprisingly quiet throughout this intimate exchange, and the absence of sound was only filled by the slurps coming from her own actions. A series of glances exchanged between them revealed his restrained efforts to remain composed, evident from his controlled breathing that seemed deeper and slower than usual. It was clear to her that he was working hard to keep his reactions in check.

The absence of a noticeable reaction struck a chord within Elizabeth, challenging her sense of feminine pride and prowess. With a determined flair, she released his member from her mouth with a distinct pop, her gaze locking onto his with an icy intensity. A wave of competitiveness surged through her, fueled by the perceived challenge to provoke a reaction from him. So this is how he wants to play, she thought, a determined smile forming on her lips.

Rising from the bed, Elizabeth grasped his arm, pulling him along as they both stood on their feet. Swiftly, she discarded her nightgown, allowing her blonde hair to cascade down her back. Elizabeth secured her hair into a ponytail using the fabric, revealing her curvaceous form in its entirety. Dropping to her knees, her perky D-cup breasts jiggling with her movements, she placed herself in front of him, locking eyes with his half-glistening member. A confident thought echoed in her mind: Time to secure your future and that of your soon-to-be husband.

The blonde maiden's lips formed an alluring curl, an action she repeated with an audible pop as if testing her own suction. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the tip of his member, causing a subtle shift in the young wizard's expression from pleasure to a mixture of surprise and suspicion. The sensation was entirely different; her lips were softer, plumper, and a touch warmer than before.

With a captivating determination, she continued her advance, her mouth enveloping more and more of his member. Inch by inch, she took him in, using both hands to steady herself. As her head moved lower, her knees splayed apart, finding support against the ground. Her oral exploration reached its climax as she pressed her nose into his pelvis, the strands of her golden hair mingling with the pelvic hair in an intimate embrace.

Her mouth, once warm, had now turned into a veritable inferno, a sensation intensified by each audible gag as she took him deeper. With every movement, her oral embrace tightened around his member, a rhythmic constriction that seemed almost calculated to coax out his cum. Her tongue focused its attention on the underside of his member as if determined to ensure every inch was caressed and stimulated. Occasionally, it ventured beyond, delivering wet lashes to the underside of his family jewels.

As she continued her passionate endeavor, a telltale tension began to build, a testament to the intense sensations she was evoking. Yet, even amidst the intensity, her body had its limits, and the need for air became undeniable. With an almost synchronized rhythm, she pulled back, her lips releasing him, leaving behind a residue of saliva, strings of it glistening in the ambient light. A small bubble formed around her nose, a curious remnant of her fervent exertions.

Elizabeth had surrendered to a primal urge, her sense of reason and purpose obliterated by her intense desire. Her gaze fixated on his member, her eyes communicating a resolute message, 'Practice is over; it's time for the real thing.' With a determined motion, she thrust her head forward, swallowing all nine inches with an astonishing disregard for her gag reflex. Her head moved back and forth in a frenzy, a relentless motion driven by an insatiable hunger.

Her fervent actions took on a wild, frenzied quality as if she was driven by a **** she could no longer control. The string-like fabric of her barely-there panties clung to her damp skin, soaked through by her own arousal. A small puddle of her love juices formed underneath her, evidence of her intense passion. Nearby, more small pools took shape as saliva dripped from the young wizard's member and her mouth, a testament to the intensity of her efforts.

"Mmmm" involuntarily escaped the young wizard's lips, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure Elizabeth elicited from him. He could no longer suppress the sounds of delight as they tumbled from his mouth, surrendering to the waves of sensation that were coursing through him. Every ounce of his effort was directed at maintaining his balance, as it felt like Elizabeth was attempting to suck his very soul from his body, and that's taking into account he actually had a point of reference to compare it to being able to lose his virginity to succubi when he was younger.

His mind was a whirlwind of sensations, unable to comprehend the profound change that had overcome Elizabeth's approach. Any rational thought was drowned out by the intoxicating pleasure that surged through him. He struggled to remain upright, channeling all his strength into maintaining his stance and not pushing her down, then penetrating her fertile virgin soil.

Meanwhile...

In his study, Hi'keem floated amidst a mesmerizing array of shimmering realities, each one representing a different potential timeline and even eras of time in this one. The tears in the fabric of reality displayed various versions of his many progenies, for example, a Tiefling child set to be born five centuries from now, Aasimar descendants originating from his **** of two seraphim who had tried to smite him two thousand years ago, and even half-elves who bore his blood but had fallen into slavery.

As he contemplated the lives and fates of these individuals, Hi'keem grappled with the intricate web of manipulating time and reality. His power over the past, present, and future allowed him to play god. Still, he hesitated to provoke another grand conflict that could disrupt the very balance of existence.

Uttering an incantation and making a few gestures, Hi'keem reached out to one of the half-elf in his current timeline. Instantly, a glimmer of hope returned to her eyes, reigniting her will to escape her enslavement. A small, calculated intervention had shifted the course of her life.

Amidst this complex choreography of possibilities, his senses were drawn back to his present reality within the confines of his own home. Detecting a divine aura, Hi'keem swiftly closed the tears, his attention entirely refocused. Exiting his study, he moved through the hallway, his intuition guiding him to the source of the unexpected energy.

Following the divine aura's trail, Hi'keem arrived at the door of his son's room. Employing a gesture that appeared almost like a backward question mark and murmuring an incantation, he invoked a spell that gradually rendered the door and the adjoining wall translucent. This granted him a window into the scene unfolding on the other side.

As he had anticipated, his son and the young woman were indulging in their lust, which was the reason he teleported her there in the first place. Yet, there was a significant revelation: the girl emanated divine energy. Hi'keem's features shifted into a mixture of understanding and amusement.

"I see, Arvia, you're playing favorites to your lamb," he spoke quietly. The array of protective wards that fortified his abode should have deterred even the gods from breaching its defenses. Still, Arvia accessed his home through premises by channeling her power through her devoted followers. "And here I thought we all had come to an understanding of not to directly mess with each other."

Smirking, the wizard acknowledged the power play before him. "But you forget, dear goddess, that I am no stranger to manipulating mortal lives. I, too, can influence the tapestry of fate," he mused aloud, the corners of his lips curling upward in a knowing grin.

The old wizard said with his head tilted upward; the seasoned wizard seemed to direct his words toward the ceiling, though he was addressing the deity herself in his own thoughts.

However, his focus now shifted back to the scene he was observing as he performed a sequence of intricate gestures accompanied by an extensive incantation. In response to this magical intervention, Hi'kim began to experience a surge in his stamina and endurance. The newfound energy empowered his actions, causing his thrusts into Elizabeth's mouth to match her rhythm. This heightened synchronization increased the salacious sounds that resonated throughout the room, echoing with wet slurping and heightened sensations, causing spit and saliva to spread everywhere.

Hi'keem turned away from the magical viewing and returned to his study, his presence causing the spell he'd placed on the door and wall to gradually fade. In the midst of the scene, the young wizard seized Elizabeth by the head, forcefully guiding his hips forward until he buried his member entirely within her throat. He climaxed fervently, releasing his cum down her throat.

Though Elizabeth didn't resist the forceful intrusion, she quickly attempted to swallow his semen, her efforts matched by her intensified sucking and the constriction of her throat. However, as the stream of release seemed unending, her ability to keep up dwindled. She soon found herself ****, unable to fully accommodate the torrent and desperately pulling back to free herself from his grip. Collapsing onto the floor, she coughed up the cum that she hadn't been able to entirely swallow, her body gasping for air as she tried to recover from the intense encounter.

Elizabeth lay on the ground in a dazed state, her face and mouth covered in spit, mucus, and cum. Her mouth was open, and her tongue hung out of it while her eyes were still rolled back. Her body shook and quivered from what seemed to be multiple orgasms, evident by how liquids weren't just dripping but spraying from between her legs nonstop.

Hi'kim stood over her, breathing deeply and admiring the lewd and luscious figure lying on the ground before him. However, he also noticed that his erection did not die down even though he had just released harder than ever before. Yet, he felt strangely energetic, as if he could do it again and multiple more times. The realization struck him that morning was still hours away.

The young wizard grabbed the dazed maiden by her hair and pulled her up into a seated position. He took a seat on the edge of the bed before using her mouth like it was a sex toy throughout the rest of the night until he eventually fell asleep.

The following day, the young wizard awoke, feeling a rare mixture of refreshment and fatigue. He sniffed the air and caught the hint of a scent he only encountered occasionally. "That smells like bacon and eggs..." He pulled himself up from lying on the edge of his bed and dragged himself out of his room, not bothering to put on any clothes. After all, there was only his dad and himself there.

His memory of the night was a haze, thanks to his father using a succubus's lust magic on him without his knowledge. He froze after he entered the kitchen and saw Elizabeth standing there. She was wearing only one of his mage's coats, barely held closed at her waist by a tied sash, as she cooked breakfast.

"Good morning, my love," Elizabeth's voice carried a hoarse note as she greeted him, cuddling into his side and resting her head on his chest. "You really did a number on my throat," she continued, her tone playful. "But I suppose that's just evidence of how much you love and desire me." She punctuated her words with a girlish giggle. "But remember, you can't be that rough with me on my first night; we'll work our way into it. Now, go clean yourself up. Breakfast will be ready in five minutes. I'll eat with my future family and then head to the church to heal my throat before carrying out my duties. Well, maybe not eat because I'm kinda still full from you feeeing me last night." With that, she leaned in for another kiss before returning to the magical contraptions, diligently preparing the plates.