...Vita threw open the double doors. 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...