A Delightful Meal - And filling dessert.

Dinner was served in a smaller but no less opulent hall in the residence wing of the Serpent’s crest. Calliea was already seated at the middle of the table with Lyn behind her. There was a chair opposite her that Nikolas quickly moved beside her before sitting. As Lyn moved his place setting Nikolas looked over the young priestess appraisingly who turned towards the young lord in turn.

The taunting warmth from her earlier bathing with Lyn stoked within as he sat. A healthy and virile musk softly wafted past her drawing her in as she soon found herself leaning slightly towards him, cheeks flushed and her heart pounding. She ate slowly, a mix of tropical fruits she did not know. It did little to distract her from the young dominating presence next to her.

Nikolas smiled as he watched her. He also ate, but slowly, making no attempts to hide his leering. Clearly he knew of the priesthood’s reputation and ideas about providing succor and relief to those stricken by the stresses of serving the kingdom. Still there was a hesitation. If he wanted her for only that then all he had to do was ask. She would relish the chance to show what the order could provide a man like him.

The cautious silence was broken when Nikolas finally spoke up. “How long has the Order of the Light mission been on the isles? I trust although you likely have few converts, we have been... hospitable?”

“Of course mi’lord. Very much so. You are right. The people here are as hearty as you said earlier. They are **** to let help provide relief for the stresses of the day.” Calliea hesitated choosing her words carefully. “But we are resourceful and pride ourselves on the expertise of the sisters and the guidance we provide.” She sat straight, before leaning into Nikolas gently, letting the neck of her dress slide to show off her ample breasts. The obvious innuendo was not lost on Nik, The Order of the Light’s ‘guidance’ and ‘relief’ was well known. Their take on how sex was a communion with the light of the world might be bizarre but their dedication to that belief was beyond question. The real question was the cost. “Penance” they called it; for some it was merely work in the church. Others tales told of darker costs for their services. Their allowance on the isles was not for Nikolas to overturn; so let the priestess make her case. By now the sultroxin in the fruits on her plate should be taking hold and Lyn could be very convincing when she wanted.

“Show me.” Nikolas loosened his belt and sat back in the chair. Calliea’s face was already flushed and she moved without hesitation. Sliding her chair back, she lowered onto her knees and crawled between his legs, removing his belt and opening his trousers. His cock sprang out from it’s confines nearly at full mast. Calliea hesitated a moment now well past a blush and looked on the prince with obvious lust just before leaning in to lick along it’s full length.

Nikolas sighed contentedly as he leaned back in his chair. The blond initiate now diligently working the first inches of his cock-head into her mouth, running her tongue across his most sensitive spots. While she had started tentatively, almost meekly, that was quickly replaced with a fervor as lust beat rationality. Her pace increased taking Nikolas’s manhood to the back of her mouth, her throat tightened threatening to make her gag, but the muscles only massaged his cock more threatening to send him over the edge.

If Lyn was enjoying the show she was doing a fine job of not showing it. Her job was to ensure the priestess was encouraged to give her best and dutifully slid from the chair approached the Calliea’s raised rear as the priestesses’ head bobbed on her own task.

Nikolas watched as his servant began to pleasure the priestess with dexterous touches. Almost playing her like an instrument each caress laid on the priestess changed the rhythm, pressure and deftness of the now **** blowjob he received. Lyn was careful to not allow Callea release however, this was not about her. The priestess’s moans reverberated down the shaft of Nikolas and his grunts, sighs, and moaning were a sign of his approval.

“Good girl I see they -guh… train you well.” The building pressure in his balls was becoming impossible to ignore. Lyn pulled away from Callia eliciting a gasp. The priestess tried to pull away to complain about her own denied orgasm but Nikolas was ready to act. He couldn’t help but place a hand against the back of her head forcefully holding her in place; encouraging to finish what she had started. She resumed her task frustrated at the denial but with renewed vigor hopeful it was only temporary.

Calliea relaxed herself as much as possible allowing her to sink nearly to his hilt. The lack of practice at this skill was apparent as she held back the **** and gags, hoping the enthusiasm and deft motions of her hands on his now twitching shaft. Nikolas’ mind was not on her skill at this point and with a prideful roar he held her in as he filled her throat with his seed. The priestess pushed back coughing and trying to contain and swallow her benefactors gift as one last rope landed across her face.

Nikolas half fell and half slumped in his seat well spent. Calliea remained kneeling before him cleaning him with her ministrations before rising and taking her seat again. The lord admiral looked her over stopping when he noticed a faint blue haze in her eyes and vacant look across her face. Lyn noticed it, there was a rumor about something in the lord admirals that carried weight more than influence. She said nothing and merely watched. He moved his hand to Calliea’s face brushing her hair behind her ear causing her to shudder as clarity returned to her.

She hurried to clean herself and return to some form of decorum, despite what had just come to pass. She still burned with barely restrained desire. With all politicians everything was a part of their power games, including apparently his withholding her orgasm. Even if it did phase her she would not show that level of weakness in front of him.

Nikolas looked over at Lyn, her face was flushed a lighter shade of gray than normal for the Corsair elves, she was leaned in, focused on the table where he and Calliea sat. She broke eye contact when she noticed his gaze. While he had yet to really look at the servant that way she was clearly interested. Relaxation for later perhaps. “Lyn!” She snapped upright out of her distracted state. “The table. And bring us some wine.”

They moved to a lounger beside a large set of windows overlooking the upper crest. The acolyte drank sparingly; her mind on thoughts elsewhere as their discussion moved into trivialities. The Lord Admiral asked about her upbringing and what lead her to join the Church of the light but her answers were only lazy deflections or placating answers. That was fine. To her it must seem a victory being welcome in his private residences but Nikolas knew that she was well under his control and power. Perhaps the Church could be brought to heel. So long as they didn’t get in the way and the acolytes remained as eager to please as Calliea then they could stay. They continued to drink though the chat had subsided into a quiet comfort. Though he was loathe to break the peace there were things that needed to be made sure were understood. He cleared his throat and ensured the priestess was paying attention.

“You know your Order will not find success here. You’ve already said the islanders aren’t interested; I cannot and will not support you directly.” Calliea watched him impassively, holding her emotions in check. Nikolas stood and paced to the window looking down on the city. “Of course per his highness the king you’re welcome to try. The priest you were with this morning has already been removed from the islands and is likely on his way back.” He paused looking back at the young acolyte.

“Your order may not like it but I am granting you his authority on my islands until another, more amicable replacement for him arrives. You are of course welcome at court per the king’s decree; but mind your tongue and stay out of the way. I will listen to your council when it suits me.” He studied her guarded expression. He was being harsh on her for a reason. There could be no doubt about the dynamic they shared. “I… enjoyed our dinner. I could be convinced to have more of these private discussions in the future.” Calliea took a moment to recover from the sudden flurry of decrees and formulate a response; in that time Nikolas had crossed the lounge and was heading for his personal studies.

“I… would like that very much Lord Admiral.” He was dismissing her just like that? While she wasn’t a full sister, she was not a simple whore either. “Wait. Please come back and join me.” She let her legs fall open at the knees and leaned back invitingly. If she could keep him there focused on her, she could turn this around. In lessons the sisters told her men think with one part of their bodies, win that over and their minds were simple. Her cheeks flushed too, this wasn’t just about the powerful man before her. The delightful **** at the hands of his servant and the memories of servicing him during dinner burned in her memory, left unfulfilled. She needed satisfaction too.

The Lord Admiral paused at the door considering. Then pulled it firmly shut after him.

“Dammit.”

EDITS: Redid the chapter - Pacing was all fubar and read like crap before.