Young and powerful Vita Omnia, First Daughter and Royal Witch of the Queendom of Travéttica, has selected one of her twelve magic-restoring Vessels to become her life-mate. And not a moment too soon, as her Day of Achievement before the Royal Coven is fast approaching.
Viral and strong, sexy and alluring, Bron D'Extrian has won Vita's heart, and she finally confesses her love to him. Like her Witch Mothers before her, she has chosen well, and with Bron at her side for life, Vita envisions future generations of formidable Witches and sagacious Warlock Advisors to successfully lead the largest country on the planet B'Atrani into future centuries.
But rumors flourish that one of Vita's sisters has eyes for the throne, intending to enslave all B'Atrani's mortals and conquer peaceful lands. Before she discovers the vile plot, however, Vita is imperiled. But will Bron D'Extrian, along with Vita's other loyal Vessels, be able to gift her with superior magical strength before it's too late?
Bron propped himself up on his elbows. His face displayed a mixture of wonder and mystification. “You really do love me, don’t you, Your Majesty?”
“Did you think I was lying earlier?”
“You never lie. That much I have learned about you in all these months. I admire you for that, and so much more.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Still, your declaration of love, it ... it shocked me.”
“Why?” Vita nuzzled her cheek against his cock and playfully licked his balls. “Tell me.”
“I -- I hardly feel I’m deserving of your love.”
“And what makes you undeserving?”
“It’s not like I’ve accomplished anything noteworthy in my twenty-five-year existence. I’ve not scaled mountains, slain fire-breathing rumbledons, invented an air-sailing device ... I’ve done nothing except live my life as modestly and as humbly as I could.”
“And you think those traits are unimportant to someone like me?” She kissed her way down one of his hairy legs, enjoying the firmness of his muscles and the warmth of his skin beneath her lips.
“Not at all. But you deserve ... you deserve so much more. You are a Royal Witch, breathtaking to behold, and me ... well ... I’m just a Vessel.”
“Oh, Bron, you are so much more in my eyes.”
“Yes, my love,” she answered, bussing his ankle bone and teasing the sole of his foot with her fingernails. “You are a gentle, honorable, caring man. Intelligent and thoughtful. Humorous and sensitive. I’ve watched the way you respectfully treat others, how you counsel your brother Vessels when personal troubles plague their souls. Even the way you play in the courtyard with the children of the Coven Supreme every Worship Day, and the adoration your mere presence generates in their eyes. They adore you! I could go on and on ...” She kissed, then sucked each of his toes. “Besides, you’re as sexy as sin.”
His resultant smile went straight to her heart.
“You will one day make a good husband, a good father -- a good Witch Father.”
His eyebrows drew together in puzzlement. “What are you saying, Your Highness?”
“First, that you cease calling me ‘Your Highness’ or anything formal.” She started nibbling on his other leg, working toward his crotch. “I am Vita, and that is what you shall call me from this moment forward.”
“But that privilege is reserved for only --” Bron gasped. “You mean you want me --? I am to be --?”
“That’s right, my handsome love.” In one long lick, Vita ran her tongue from the bottom of his furry balls to the tip of his hard magiwand. “I have selected you for my Sovereign Vessel. We shall be wed and magically blessed in a few short weeks. Do you accept?”
“I -- I’m speechless.”
She kissed her way to his mouth. “Then who needs words?”