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"Somanalus...Medica...Soma..."

Avran Adrial closed his eyes to better focus the flow of warmth. It swelled in his chest down through his arm to the tips of his fingers. It was always said that power of healing came from the heart and those that wielded it possessed a calm and giving nature. This was certainly true with Avran.

"_Somanalus..._a-and...done," the robed orange fox took a deep breath after declaring the incantation complete. He immediately felt better for having done so. Even though he'd remained in place on his knees with one hand on the burned arm of the blacksmith, he still felt winded by the experience; Divine Medica's always gave a little of themselves as a catalyst for the divine energies they sought to harvest and then channel to heal the sick and injured.

"T-Thank you."

"Mmm. How does it feel?" Avran smiled at the nervous blacksmith, a stocky ox who through a mishap involving an inexperienced apprentice, had burned himself quite badly. Fortunate happenstance had brought the wandering healer to the village. His white and blue clothing and the red and gold symbol of his goddess emblazoned on each padded shoulder, the robes of office of a licensed medica, had quickly been noticed--and his services sought.

"Better!" the brawny ox reported with a note of surprise--and appreciation--in his voice. "I can...the pain, it's almost gone! The stiffness...it's not there now!"

Avran lowered his head in and smiled as his patient grunted in surprise and gingerly flexed his arm. Indeed, the grisly scarring on his arm where the bristly fur had been burned away was much diminished. There rest would heal at an accelerated rate, and he would have much better use of it than he would if it healed naturally.

"My thanks, sirrah!" with his yellowing blunt teeth exposed in a broad smile, the blacksmith took Avran by the hand--much to the fox's surprise--and clasped the other over in and shook it vigorously.

"I am but a vessel for The Goddess," Avran's reply was characteristically modest. "Through her blessing and favour, I am able to take away the pain of others."

"We have no medica of our own, our village is far too modest for such a gifted individual to take up residence," the ox continued to flex his arm, wincing only when he had reached the limits of what would cause discomfort, even after the healing. "Sashpura, our wisewoman, does her best, but..."

"You have others in need of healing?" Avran's smile was wry as he took in the hopeful gleam in the smith's eyes and accurately guessed what he would now ask.

"I mean, If it's not too much trouble, sirrah, perhaps you could..." it was quite adorable to see the burly, almost seven foot tall bovine looking quite bashful and embarrassed as he made his plea for further acts of divine charity. The presence of a medica, even temporarily, would be an incredible boon for the small settlement, where anything other than folklore remedies and herbal cures was beyond them on a day-to-day basis.

Avran took a moment to consider the plea. He had no pressing engagement elsewhere and had been enjoying traversing the frontier of Al-Kassar on what might very well be called a sight-seeing tour. Eventually his path would take him to the sprawling spiralled metropolis of Bassad with its exquisite domes and spires, and exotic food and wine. For now though, he was happy to let his wanderlust take him where it would--and do a little good where he could on the way.

"I-I can offer what meagre hospitality I can provide to you, sirrah," the ox offered, still hopeful but concerned now by the medica's considered silence. With a grunt, he shifted his position on the crude sedan that had served as his recovery bed, and swept his hand around the modest adobe dwelling in which he'd been recovering and had received healing. "My home is your home."

Avran smiled to himself. The offer of hospitality was always something that carried great weight with him, hailing as he did from the polite and gentrified Alliance of the Southern Cross. To offer a stranger or someone in need the hospitality of one's home was considered a sign of good character in the Alliance. He rose from his kneeling position, smoothed his orange fringe out from where it had fallen over of his eyes, and straightened his robe. "I accept your kind offer of hospitality, Sir Blacksmith. I will stay a few days and tend to who I can in that time."

"Rakma!" the ox countered, albeit good-naturedly, as he hauled himself gingerly off the cloth-and-wood divan and stood to flex his arm and leg. "Call me by name if we are to break bread and drink wine together to celebrate!"

"As you wish," Avran bowed slightly at the waist in thanks for the gift of his patient's name. Then he straightened and tilted his head in an inquiring fashion. "And ah, if I may ask, what... kind of wine?"

"Well now," the ox lowered his voice and tapped his ring-studded nose conspiratorially. Then reached into a tarp-covered hole in the floor and pulled out an expensive-looking labelled bottle. It just so happens we had one of the border princes pass through not two seasons ago, and in exchange for smithin' services when his noble steed threw a shoe, he gave me_this_. It looks fancy, so I've been savin' it for a special occasion."

Avran's eyebrow rose as he carefully accepted the bottle to examine and turned it around in his hands to study the label. It was indeed a 'fancy' bouquet and quite expensive. Avran was fond of wine, especially when it came to vintages hailing from the wineries of far-off Shinizaar. With the prospect of sampling such a fine wine ahead of him, as he handed the bottle back and politely inclined his head his smile was certainly a little wider.

---

"...I sss-see...and handsome..."

Sasshina Lakshmi Kinapatra, Priest-Queen of the Bassadite Theocracy, gazed at the rippling image portrayed within the scrying pool with what might be called avaricious hunger on her reptilian face. Someone she had thus far only heard of by name and reputation was entering her city. Very little escaped her notice, for she had roving agents in all the settlements under her rule to bring her news of 'matters or persons of interest' to her.

Avran Adrial had become one such person of interest.

Medica were rare in the Theocracy, where alchemical and surgical studies dominated the development of practical medicine. Those with innate divine talents were, instead, encouraged to apply them elsewhere in other, more _pleasurable_fields--they were trained to channel their healing energies to a finer and more precise application, not to heal, but to soothe and pleasure skin, scale, and the centres of bodily pleasure. Sasshina had not enjoyed the service of one gifted in such a way for...far too long. Now an opportunity had arisen--one too good to pass up on.

"Sss..."

Sasshina shifted on her scales as she continued to observe the young and handsome fox. She was certainly liking what she saw: a lithe masculinity and the kind of supple dexterity that implied a quick wit and agility--perfect for her needs. She thoughtfully dragged a gold-painted claw down one glossy, black-scaled cheek, and made a decision.

Yes...too good an opportunity by far...

---

"Me?"

A hush had fallen over the tavern. With a two-pronged fork skewered into a succulent lump of mutton still half-raised to his mouth, and a tome of traveller's tales open before him, Avran looked up with no small degree of apprehension at the ornately-armoured guards arrayed around his dinner table. Black-furred jackals all, they looked extremely imposing in their gold and bronze armour.

"Aye," one of the jackals, whose helmet bore a plume marking him out as an officer, answered. His gruff, guttural accent marked him as one promoted from the ranks. A rough diamond. "As I said, Her Radiance requests your attendance."

"Her Radiance?"

Being a fox of learning, Avran was not wholly ignorant to the particulars of Bassadite society. This particular honorific, however, was unknown to him. His ignorance seemed to be a cause of no small degree of amusement for the officer and the men under his command.

"Ye must truly be an outsider if you have not heard of Priest-Queen Sasshina Lakshmi Kinapatra!" the officer declared in a voice loud enough to be heard outside the tavern. Then followed the cackling, hooting laughter common to their particular breed of exotic canine. It sent a flush of embarrassment shooting through Avran as the spotlight of public scrutiny upon him grew brighter still. He now felt like snapping back a fiery retort, but genteel manners and the desire to find out just why he was being accosted like this overruled his annoyance.

Manners, Avran...even when the person you are speaking to has none...

"I am aware of Priest-Queen Kinapatra, may her scales gleam ever-bright and lustrous," Avran coolly countered after closing his book and placing the fork down carefully, offering the ritualistic praise he had heard used both inside and outside the city to prove that he was not entirely ignorant of Bassadi mannerisms. Unfortunately, Her Radiance had not been among them. "I was merely unaware of that, ah, colourful honorific. I do apologise if I have offended."

"Hmph," the officer gave him a peculiar look and grudgingly acknowledged Avran's explanation with a nod. "I see. Best ye get used to calling her 'Her Radiance'--especially in her presence. I have orders to bring you to her by way of an invitation--an invitation I advise ye to accept."

"Am I...in trouble?" Avran asked cautiously. He didn't think he had broken any laws, so he figured that he had nothing to fear--he was mainly puzzled by why he would have caught the interest of such an exalted personage. The evil grin that the officer flashed back at him did not soothe his jangled nerves, nor did the response he received.

"Not yet, you aren't."

Avran would have had to be truly unaware not to have picked up the not-so-subtle undertones to the answer. He sighed, stood up, and placed his book back in his shoulder-slung satchel. "Then I had better accompany you and your fine men, had I not?"

"Aye, a wise choice--and a true honour to be invited to personally attend Her Radiance!" Another hooting chuckle, this time more wryly amused than brazen, punctuated the officer's declaration. With formal grace that still did not come naturally to the soot-furred canine, he bowed and swept a hand away from Avran to the door. "If you would follow me, I will escort you to the palace."

"Thank you. That's...most kind of you."

It seemed his visit to Bassad was going to be more eventful than he had anticipated...

---

The palace of the ruler of the Bassadite Theocracy was as lavish as one might expect. The level of opulence on display was wholly outside the scope of the humble Medica being marched through its marble-sheathed halls to the what was known as the central audience hall, otherwise known to palace denizens and Bassadite citizens alike as the 'Star Chamber'.

Avran could not help but marvel at and be awe-struck by the age and scale of everything he witnessed around him. Intricate statues of past Priest-Queens, scions of an unbroken dynasty that had ruled their domain for five centuries, gazed imperiously down from alcoves set into the long, leafy corridor. Its polished walls were dominated by vines and other jungle plants that had been carefully pruned so they did not appear to be runaway overgrowth. Instead, merely giving the impression that one is treading into the depths of a jungle clearing, rather than actually being old. Lamp-stones arranged at steady intervals in the ceiling cast down an almost natural light. It was...most curious, and very impressive.

"Her Radiance, Priest-Queen Sasshina Lakshmi Kinapatra, Guiding Light of our glorious Theocracy!"

With great ceremony and accompanied by the booming proclamation, the ornate stone double doors leading to the Star Chamber were pushed open by a pair of brawny, semi-naked lizard-like attendants, who stood either side at rigid attention and displayed none of the discomfort they felt from moving the great hinged blocks.

The first thing that Avran felt as air washed over him out of the Chamber was the coolness of the temperature. He hadn't quite noticed just how humid it was in the broad, flora-filled corridor until he felt the comparatively chill breeze that now kissed his muzzle and cheeks.

Ah...

Relief from the shift in temperature turned to awe as he marvelled at the wonders beyond--not least the Priest-Queen herself. Surrounded by the opulence fit for her exalted station, and flanked by fan-bearers who cooled the royal naga's gleaming skin and kept the cooler air circulating, she gazed imperiously at her guest from the raised podium that served as her throne.

"Keep movin', lad. Ye don't want to keep Her Radiance waitin'."

Avran felt the heat of embarrassment creep up his cheeks, not realising that he'd been gawking. Few could blame him though, given what had been revealed. Gold-framed pillars of alternating white and black marble flanked a pair of pools standing either side of the central path leading up to the podium. At the heart of each pool stood a fountain of polished marble and wrought silver and gold, both styled to resemble matching aquatic finned snakes, whose open mouths cast cooling sprays into the air. As he was escorted down the mosaic tile path running through the Chamber, Avran looked around him and continued to be amazed at the degree of wealth on display.

It's so...so...fancy!

Exotic foliage and veins entwined every second pillar and crept, and hung from baskets and bowers. Courtiers and other functionaries, most of them reptilian, could be seen reclining on marble divans or engaged in various forms of revelry or discussion. All stopped what they were doing to observe--and judge--the latest visitor to be called to attend their ruler.

"Medica Avran Adrial of Sim-Al-Dar!"

Avran tried not to flinch as his name was ceremoniously announced in a clear, booming voice to the royal court; he truly felt out of his element in such rich and rarefied company and surroundings. When he was close enough to the serpentine queen, though, he was once again awestruck, this time by her exotic beauty.

Priest-Queen Kinapatra was unlike any female he had seen before. She was stunningly attractive. The imperiously alluring naga's curvaceous body was sheathed in pristine, vibrant black, gold-marked scales that gleamed in the rays of sunlight cast by the windows carefully arranged for just such a purpose. Gold rings and other jewel-studded adornments encrusted the gold-skinned hood that gave her a cobra-like appearance and contrasted vividly with the black scales. Long, dark eyelashes framed glossy black, pupilless eyes that were complimented by the flashes of red found in gemstones encrusting the hood-ring and bangles around her arms. The swirling gold markings spiralled around her hips, breasts, and forearms, and flared out from her eyes in the manner of exotic eyeshadow. Aside from the rings adorning the wide-hipped tail that constituted her lower body, she wore nothing below. An ornate cross-strapped, long-sleeved satin bodice protected her modesty and constituted her ceremonial attire. A jewel-encrusted tiara dominated by a wrought-gold representation of the All-Serpent, Ishtara, perched upon her hairless, smooth-scaled head.

"Greetingsss, Av-ran...I wel-come you to my court."

Bow, Avran!

As he was escorted before the queen and she rose up on her coils to extend her welcome, Avran just about found the presence of mind to drop to his knees, steeple his thumb and fingertips together and press her forehead to his index fingers in the Bassadite manner of genuflection.

"Rise, Medica, Rise and Be Wel-come..."

Priest-Queen Kinapatra had as exotic and sinuous a voice as one might expect her to have. The sing-song cadences and inflections, the breathy pauses and sporadic hissing, they all added up to a compelling manner of speech.

"I...Thank you, Your Radiance," Avran awkwardly pushed himself up to rise and stand, and did his best to look at the exotic and lovely serpent without averting his eyes. Where he came from, a gentlefox did not let his gaze linger for too long on an attractive female, lest it be mistaken for salacious gawking. However, he had been instructed that to gaze upon the Priest-Queen and then be seen to look away would cause offence. Clearing his throat and then forcing himself to do just that, he inclined his head in another personal display of appreciation. "I thank you for your gracious invitation."

"It isss my pleas-ure, Av-ran...truly, my pleas-ure..." There was a gleam in the queen's eyes, and a secret smile on her lips that was hard to difficult for him to place the reason for. He nevertheless felt heat creeping once again up his neck and cheeks as the sense that he was the butt of some joke he could not perceive dawned upon him. She then rose up and uncoiled in an unsettlingly fluid motion, as if making ready to advance upon him.

"Stand firm, lad!"

Avran didn't realise that he had involuntarily flinched and taken a step back until he felt the sharp point of a sword digging into his back. He whirled around, completely forgetting protocol in the presence of the Priest-Queen, to his the officer grinning maliciously at him and holding the blade that had jabbed him.

"W-Wh-"

A loud and sensual hiss snapped his attention back to his host. The sensual, snake-headed naga had fully uncoiled and was now slithering down the marble steps of the podium toward him with a grace that felt predatory and deadly. A hush had descended among those functionaries still present in the Chamber and watching the scene unfold. Many of them were not strangers to their Queen's proclivities, those few who felt unsettled by it dared not object. To do so would have brought punishment swiftly down upon their heads.

"Y-Your Radiance?" Avran dared to call out to the approaching naga and question her, albeit it with his natural politeness. "If I may ask, w-why have I been called to attend you?"

The question was met with coarse chuckles from the guards flanked either side and behind him. That self-same officer who had jabbed him then placed an almost commiseratory hand on his shoulder from behind--one just firm enough to hold him in place. "Same reason why any medica is called before the queen like ye have been, lad: to serve 'er."

"S-Serve her?"

"Ssservice, yes..."

Once again, Avran's attention had deviated and then been pulled back to the sensuous snake now just a few feet away from him. She had risen up, standing half as high again as he was, and gazing down at him with eyes that had begun to glow a shimmering, pulsing gold.

Black and gold...black...gold...and...black....

It was an entrancing display of shifting, liquid hues. Frozen in place by feelings of panicked indecision, the presence of the Priest-Queen, and the firm, restricting grip on his shoulder, Avran...did little else but gawk at her face. No...it was more than that, he wasn't just looking at her face, but at her eyes, into her eyes as they changed colour. He was finding it hard to look away, to...to...run...called to serve...called...to...serve...

"Ssss..."

As Avran's thoughts grew heavier and more sluggish, and his leaden-feeling arms dropped to his sides as if he were a puppet whose strings had suddenly been cut, the hand on his shoulder lifted; the thought of taking the opportunity to bolt would no longer be allowed to manifest in his mind. All present knew what an accomplished mesmerist their Priest-Queen was and how effectively she could touch the minds of those who caught her interest and wished to serve her. Her radiant eyes were the window to not just her own soul, but those of others. That they themselves had not been so 'called' to serve and give up their soul and flesh to their divine ruler was considered both a blessing and a curse. Yes, they have their free will, and could serve her in their own way, but they would never know the bliss that lay ahead for her prey. The pleasures that came with the position of favoured mind-slave.

Shshshshsh...

Avran did not flinch as the Priest-Queen bent, darted forward and arced around him with a grace and speed that was startling to behold and which left him thoroughly wrapped up her coils. With his mind dimmed and awareness numbed, he could only let out a strangled moans as he found himself caught in the compressing coils of the lovely, but deadly, ruler of the Bassadite Theocracy. Once again she had risen above him, now balanced through careful application of internal muscles as she tightened her grip on him.

"A-Ah...I...S...Serve..."

She had loosened her ensnarement of his mind just a little to let an additional portion of bodily awareness through while she continued to soothe away all his fears in order to mould him into the perfect vessel for her desires and needs, as she had done so with all those she had chosen for such a purpose.

Sshsshshsh...

He could feel it all now: the play of smooth-scale against the fabric of his robes and his orange fur, and he could hear the delightful whispering that the contrasting textures made. It also felt...warm and comforting...to be possessed in such a fashion. To feel the coils contract and squeeze around him, again another contrast between varying degrees of tightness as the Priest-Queen fed him through her coins into a deeper embrace closer to her. She leaned down as his face got nearer to her and cupped his cheek with one long-taloned hand and smiled.

"Ssss...serve me, Av-ran...you ssshall serve me well..."

---

Avran was sinking. Physically and mentally, with every passing second, he fell deeper under the spell of the Priest-Queen of the Bassadite Theocracy.

Av-ran...

She called out to him in his mind. An enticing siren call that wrapped itself as effectively around his mind as her coils were around his slender, masculine body. The elongated hiss that accompanied the call seemed to echo forever inside his skull. Continuing to numb his thoughts and awareness. Subliminal commands wriggled into the deepest corners of his subconsciousness and planted seeds of irresistible compliance.

You will ssserve me...

You will wor-ssship me...

I am your Queen...

I am your Goddess...

Breathe with me...

The more he heard them and the longer he listened, the stronger the urge to comply with each one became. And the more real the mental image of the serpentine ruler as all of those things became. She was glorious, sensual, a living avatar of her Goddess and just as lovely...

Breathe...

Avran now lay limply in the Queen Kinapatra's hand-spread width coils. With long-practised expertise, she had ensnared him so that the slender tip her coil was able to loop around his throat. She did so carefully, one could almost say_affectionately;_ the Priest-Queen genuinely did not wish to harm her new acquisition, the latest male whom she would call plaything and mind-slave.

Breathe with me...

Avran slowly opened his heavy eyelids as the feeling of slight constriction around his throat tugged at a greatly-subdued survival sense. Dulled as it was, it still caused bubbling panic to resurface. Contrasting strongly with the lassitude into which he had sank, it felt profoundly bitter and unwelcome.

"Mmph...ah...n...n..."

He tried to find the will to force the rejection out, bodily stirring now as the sense of danger struggled to pierce the warm fog clouding his thoughts and be heard. It felt as if he were struggling to push a heavy boulder with his bare hands as he focused his groggy attention upon the fleeting sense of peril, and then...then...the voice was there again, stronger now, lifting his body upward, feeding him through the tight, flexing coils so he could stare into the exotically beautiful face and the gloriously-golden eyes of his Queen.

"Breathe for me, Av-ran...Breathe with me...let your body and sssoul become_mine_ again..."

The slender, yet strong, tendril coiled around his throat constricted. The sense of danger swelled, but was then was just as swiftly extinguished as he was plunged into a deeper hypnotic trance that soothed his fears away--for his own benefit, of course...

Do not fear, my hand-some fox, I will not harm you...

Suddenly, Avran was unable to breathe: the pressure around his throat, controlling and constricting, was too tight. This time however, he did not panic, for his Queen's voice and sibilant hiss was there again to soothe them away...he would be safe, so long as he continued to obey, and breathed with her...for her...

Breathe...

The coiled grip around Avran's throat retracted. Biological need for air forced him to inhale deeply; just how long he'd been kept from breathing, he was in no state of mind to calculate. Dizziness almost overwhelmed him as he breathed deeply, so deeply...

Good boy...breathe with me...

And so it continued. Avran's breathing slowed to a rhythm set by Kinapatra's _lovingly_restrictive grip on his throat that controlled when he could and could not breathe. In surrendering--albeit subconsciously--even this simple biological process to the domineering reptile, he lapsed deeper under her sway. Mind and body knitted together under blissful subjugation.

Breathe...

"B-Breathe..."

Avran couldn't help but echo Kinapatra's words now, as her hypnotic influence and his own thoughts blended together, pooling as one and becoming virtually indistinguishable from each other. They were cut off with a strangled, pleasured groan as once again the coils tightened. This time he obediently stopped breathing, waiting now for permission to be give through the easing of the tight grip.

Breathe in....

Out...

In...

Out...

Queen...

Goddess...

Worship...

Pleasure...

In his mind, the very act of_breathing_ had now become a gift bestowed to him by his Goddess-Queen. He breathed to live...lived to worship her...worship...feel pleasure...through...with her...

Someone along the line, he had lost his clothing. Whether he himself had dis-robed, or been undressed by the sensuous serpent, he had no idea. The mental image, dazed and surreal, of the latter happening blossomed in his mind...he could almost feel it: her long-nailed fingers peeling back his robes and possessively spreading across his bare chest, then snaking downward to...to...

"H-Hah...ah _...__ ahh..._"

A slow flush spread across his neck and cheeks as the sense of being completely naked permeated his hypnosis-addled mind and he looked down, now heavily-panting with the desire inflamed by the fantasy, to see his fully unsheathed member protruding from between two of the coils wrapped around his body.

I will enjoy your male-ness, Av-ran...

Kinapatra grinned. The black-and-gold naga revelled in the control she held over Avran's mind, and the sheer level of dominance over his body. She would mould him into the perfect new mind-slave for her, using his natural talents in the healing arts and the drive to take away the ills of others for her own pleasurable benefit. His will had become putty in her hands, as malleable to her needs as the rest of his psyche.

Feel pleas-ure, my fox, the pleas-ure only I can bessstow upon you...

Avran let out a ragged groan as Kinapatra shifted her coils back and forth, ever so slightly, to squeeze and tease his cock. The enticing, maddening sensations of yearning...of need...that it induced in him were intoxicating...dizzying...he didn't think he could be turned on any more ever again than he now was. His balls ached with the need to drain their contents, and had the Queen's control over his mind not become so deep, he might very well have done so. Orgasm denial would also be something that she would take pleasure in. He had been such a_good boy_ though, she reasoned, that perhaps a reward was in order...

When I tell you that you may orgasm, my lovely fox, you will. But not...until then...

Avran could only manage a slurred murmur of instinctive compliance. The constriction around his throat had returned, pulsing in rhythm to allow him to breathe shallowly...slowly...once again forcing him back into a more relaxed state, albeit with a difference. The rubbing of the coils back and forth across his cock continued, and now Kinapatra leaned down to flicker out her tongue to tease his throat, his cheek...his mouth. Twice her tongue slipped in between his jaws as he exhaled, dancing across his tongue in a serpentine kiss. He tried to react, to ensnare the slender muscle with his own, but by the time his sluggish thoughts coalesced enough to send the impulse, it had retracted. A mischievous gleam twinkled in Kinapatra's eyes as she gazed hungrily at her plaything.

Sss...too sss-slow, my fox...

Yearning for relief, aching for release, though never from the coils of his naga Mistress, Queen, and Goddess, Avran settled into an ecstatic state of trembling and shallowly panting. The enthralling connection between them both now amplified it as the naga's own dominant pleasure and arousal seeped into his mind and pooled with his own. He was more aroused, more erect, than at any other time in his life, and the need to orgasm was all-consuming...he wanted it...needed it...begged for it with soft whimpers and promises to serve, to obey, to worship, to do whatever his Goddess-Queen asked of him. There was now no other goal in his corrupted, naga-dominated mind beyond serving her.

You may orgasm, my fox...

It was if the floodgates had been opened, a mental dam suddenly breaching. Obediently and on cue, now instinctively obeying, Avran arched his back and cried out in ecstatic relief as the command was given. From his full, aching balls was disgorged a thick stream of spurting seed. It splattered Kinapatra's coils as they shifted to hold and caress the trembling fox as he was allowed the peak of his pleasure and found the sweet relief he had been craving for what felt like hours.

Good boy...so creamy...

Avran's eyes rolled back in his head, so overwhelmed was he by the sheer depth of sensations crackling through his nerves, pooling into a dizzying miasma in his overwrought mind. The sight--and sensation--of his Queen dipping to scrape a finger across the head of his disgorging member and bring it to her lips, tasting his seed, it was...was...he couldn't find the words to describe how erotic he found it. Fulfilling. But one thing he was certain about, and that was how much he wanted to please his Queen further still. Thanks to her encouraging influence and his innate talents, there certainly were ways he could do so...

---

Avran smiled to himself as he ran his glowing fingertips slowly over the deliciously smooth scales of his Queen. He was making her feel good, and that had become _so_important to him.

"Sss...that feels wonderful, my handsome fox-slave..."

A warm feeling of sheer fulfilment suffused the semi-naked fox who had since become a fixture of the royal court, and was now rarely seen parted from the Priest-Queen. Publicly, she treated him much as she did any of her adornments, the rich and precious jewellery that decorated her lush, serpentine body--a body whose centres of pleasure he was becoming very familiar with. Not that he minded, of course; he was now proud to be shown off, stripped to a loincloth and perfumed and decorated as the Queen wished him to be.

Focus on my hips, I know how much you enjoy how full they are, their curves...

"Yes, My Goddess. Anything for you."

Avran hummed softly to himself as he shifted his posture and pressed his lightly fingers to those sensual hips he had indeed come to love even more than he previously had. He gathered his will--Her will--and applied it in the manner than had been taught to him and spoke the incantations softly under his breath. What had made him valuable as a healer also made him useful to the Queen as someone who could bring magically-infused pleasure and relaxation to her through touch. He had discovered many of the places on her body that brought her the most pleasure, that soothed and refreshed her--a service he was only too happy to provide. Every time he heard Kinapatra let out an ecstatic hiss as he explored her body and used his talents for her benefit, a sense of intense pride swelled within him. Such moments often lead to passionate embraces in the tight, warm depths of coils, and the bounty of being able to orally pleasure her slitted sex and taste the honey-musk fluids that dripped from her as she scaled the peaks of pleasure. His throat and shoulder once again bore the puncture marks and tell-tale redness of one such passionate session where the predatory nature of the naga had boiled over into masochistic and rough play. As he felt a tell-tale quiver pass through the long body of his living Goddess, and heard her hissing turn raspy and hungry, another such intensely erotic oral pleasuring seemed on the cards for him.

Taste me, Av-ran...drink of my passion...

His old life as a Medica was now almost completely forgotten, remembered only as fragments of a dream that continued to become fuzzier and more detached by what was real to him. In Avran's mind, he had _always_lived and died for the pleasure of the Priest-Queen, a duty for which he would be richly rewarded through her approval, and the comforts that went with the exalted position of pleasure-slave to Priest-Queen Kinapatra. He would never want for anything ever again, and in turn, he would ensure that she would have every need and desire tended to...never more so eagerly than when they to bring pleasure and relaxation to her.