FORTY-ONE
A thousand voices whispered, debating whether they should wake him up, remind him of his duties, or let him sleep a little longer.
Chase's heart sank. He'd fallen asleep in the Great Hall again, his head pillowed on something so soft it might be a maiden's breast. He didn't want to wake to find out what it really was, for he wanted to dream a little longer, about the magical maiden who summoned such a fire inside him, he could not resist her. Especially when her ice-blue eyes had glowed with some enchantment, enticing him to take what was so freely given...
He had to wake now, for his c**k was far too alert for such a public place.
Chase dared to open his eyes. A pink n****e sat before him, like a berry atop sweet, creamy flesh, begging to be tasted.
"Serve your priestess
