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Now is the time for revelry !

Fifty dancers, twenty tables and more than five hundred guests to this banquet, the evening is lit up by thousands of lanterns and braziers, all in the honnor of the Prince. How else would you celebrate this historic aliance with king Tronst IV, the Phoenix of Eskien ? The young prince proudly takes the place of his late father and what better way to aquaint yourself with the court than with festivities ?

The party is in full swing, the new liege sure knows how to entertain guests; funny quotes and good jokes, meeting new and more important people by the hour. Though being still young and the night coming along, he tires fast, taking place in his father's throne, he oversees the evening with a proud smirk and a lustfull gaze towards the many dancers.

Soon, one such servant catches his eyes, as if lighning struck between the two of them. She is dazzeling : her sparkling coral eyes go so well with her mauve hair, the numerous spots on her short fur accentuate the luscious curves of her body, just only braced by azure garters, golden buckles and a myriad of shining silver and gold scales, adorning her bra. The few examples of fabric covering her is even more unerving for the mind of the young prince, his senses already in full alert, just from sight of this beauty.

Calmly and without breaking the gaze, she approches the boy, swaying her hips left and right, being careful as to not brush the ground with her enticing tail. With a closer look, she is even more beautiful than from afar, letting an hedonistic aura emanate from her glare. Standing before the Prince and without prompt, she lovingly asks if she can be of any use to him. Completely bewitched by the dancer, the young boy cannot express more than a few words, certifying his need of her.

Swiftly but surely, they arrive to the Prince's quarters. The room bathes in a warm ambiance, with two candelabras adorning the corners of the room. The blue tiling mirrors the feisty duo as they pass near the teal curtains, embroided with silvery silk.

Without words, she gently pushes the prince in a nearby chair, carefully bringing a rug in front of it. Now, they are face to face, their eyes ever closer, only with each other in mind. She begins to dance for the prince, letting him enjoy the view. The light veils of her outfit lift up when she spins, and her breasts sway and jiggle, not so tightly bound as it looked before. Slowly but surely, she draws nearer, the air becomes hotter, as the boy's mind becomes crazy of this scent of hers.

Eventually she kneals over the prince's lap, putting her hands on his shoulders. They are closer than ever now, as she puffs her chest up for the prince to see. He gladly takes up the offer, his hands already skimming across her back, shoulders, and breasts, groping everything there is to grope.

After a moment of steamy gasps and quiet moans, she presses against his lap, pushing the prince well against the back of the seat, and gradually descends on the boy's body, sensually kissing it from the neck down, all the while sporting a seductive grin. She drops all the way to his crotch and glares at him playfully.

As she unbuckles his belts, she gleefully insists that the prince doesn't look, wich he accepts, playing along. As he closes his eyes, he begins to feel warmth around him, envelopping him, making him feel like he had never felt before. Time seems to slow down as everything in is body is going haywire, lights going everywhere, visions of joy and pleasure, feelings of ecstasy are invading his mind. Everything is spinning, but it feels... So good... It gradually becomes more and more intense, the lights spin faster, more feelings creep up on him, his mind going increasingly crazy. Everything is building up to this moment, as he clenches his teeth he... feels it... The warmth. It's incredible, it's never felt this way before! He feels like he had reached heaven, and that nothing could ever top that.

This warmth is spreading everywhere in his body, his stomach, his chest, his arms and his legs, especially his legs. Slowly this warmth is... Dripping down on the ground and down his calves. The sound of his heavy breathing is slowly replaced by the dripping sound, echoing throughout the hallway. His heads spins as it becomes increasingly more difficult to breathe.

As he finally opens his eyes, his fading vision is greeted by the sight of the dancer, provocatively licking a long shiny dagger, with glowing bright magenta runes, and blood running down the blade. His eyes wander around the room, increasingly filling with the crimson fluid, he tries to scream... But its... too... late...

Now is the time for revelry. The Phoenix is shedding his last feathers.

Now is the time for ashes.

Description

Now is the time for revelry !

Fifty dancers, twenty tables and more than five hundred guests to this banquet, the evening is lit up by thousands of lanterns and braziers, all in the honnor of the Prince. How else would you celebrate this historic aliance with king Tronst IV, the Phoenix of Eskien ? The young prince proudly takes the place of his late father and what better way to aquaint yourself with the court than with festivities ?

The party is in full swing, the new liege sure knows how to entertain guests; funny quotes and good jokes, meeting new and more important people by the hour. Though being still young and the night coming along, he tires fast, taking place in his father's throne, he oversees the evening with a proud smirk and a lustfull gaze towards the many dancers.

Soon, one such servant catches his eyes, as if lighning struck between the two of them. She is dazzeling : her sparkling coral eyes go so well with her mauve hair, the numerous spots on her short fur accentuate the luscious curves of her body, just only braced by azure garters, golden buckles and a myriad of shining silver and gold scales, adorning her bra. The few examples of fabric covering her is even more unerving for the mind of the young prince, his senses already in full alert, just from sight of this beauty.

Calmly and without breaking the gaze, she approches the boy, swaying her hips left and right, being careful as to not brush the ground with her enticing tail. With a closer look, she is even more beautiful than from afar, letting an hedonistic aura emanate from her glare. Standing before the Prince and without prompt, she lovingly asks if she can be of any use to him. Completely bewitched by the dancer, the young boy cannot express more than a few words, certifying his need of her.

Swiftly but surely, they arrive to the Prince's quarters. The room bathes in a warm ambiance, with two candelabras adorning the corners of the room. The blue tiling mirrors the feisty duo as they pass near the teal curtains, embroided with silvery silk.

Without words, she gently pushes the prince in a nearby chair, carefully bringing a rug in front of it. Now, they are face to face, their eyes ever closer, only with each other in mind. She begins to dance for the prince, letting him enjoy the view. The light veils of her outfit lift up when she spins, and her breasts sway and jiggle, not so tightly bound as it looked before. Slowly but surely, she draws nearer, the air becomes hotter, as the boy's mind becomes crazy of this scent of hers.

Eventually she kneals over the prince's lap, putting her hands on his shoulders. They are closer than ever now, as she puffs her chest up for the prince to see. He gladly takes up the offer, his hands already skimming across her back, shoulders, and breasts, groping everything there is to grope.

After a moment of steamy gasps and quiet moans, she presses against his lap, pushing the prince well against the back of the seat, and gradually descends on the boy's body, sensually kissing it from the neck down, all the while sporting a seductive grin. She drops all the way to his crotch and glares at him playfully.

As she unbuckles his belts, she gleefully insists that the prince doesn't look, wich he accepts, playing along. As he closes his eyes, he begins to feel warmth around him, envelopping him, making him feel like he had never felt before. Time seems to slow down as everything in is body is going haywire, lights going everywhere, visions of joy and pleasure, feelings of ecstasy are invading his mind. Everything is spinning, but it feels... So good... It gradually becomes more and more intense, the lights spin faster, more feelings creep up on him, his mind going increasingly crazy. Everything is building up to this moment, as he clenches his teeth he... feels it... The warmth. It's incredible, it's never felt this way before! He feels like he had reached heaven, and that nothing could ever top that.

This warmth is spreading everywhere in his body, his stomach, his chest, his arms and his legs, especially his legs. Slowly this warmth is... Dripping down on the ground and down his calves. The sound of his heavy breathing is slowly replaced by the dripping sound, echoing throughout the hallway. His heads spins as it becomes increasingly more difficult to breathe.

As he finally opens his eyes, his fading vision is greeted by the sight of the dancer, provocatively licking a long shiny dagger, with glowing bright magenta runes, and blood running down the blade. His eyes wander around the room, increasingly filling with the crimson fluid, he tries to scream... But its... too... late...

Now is the time for revelry. The Phoenix is shedding his last feathers.

Now is the time for ashes.