Back in the Castle of Starlight, in Son Aeric’s chambers, steam rose in gentle curls into the air as the scent of honey and palm filled the bathing room.
Aeric was sitting in the marble bath, his muscly body was submerged in the warm, scented water as he took his morning bath.
Aeric especially loved his baths. The bathing room, grand and beautiful, with the fine curtains and crimson tapestries. The walls shimmered with golden veins that pulsed faintly with healing magic. This healing magic’s aim was to soothe the body of the person bathing, especially after having a long stressful day.
Through the large, crystalline windows, Aeric had a good view of Mother Guinevere’s sprawling castle gardens, where vibrant flowers radiated under the morning sky.
A large silver mirror stood near the basin, reflecting Aeric’s obsidian hair and chiseled features, his sharp crimson eyes thoughtful as he allowed one of his maids to wash him.
However, his mind wasn’t on the comfort of the bath or the beauty of the room. Today was his first day in the Royal Institution of Divinity.
The Institutions of Divinity were the various structures all over the realm where people were inducted after their Coming of Age ritual to learn to control the Divinity. However, the Royal Institution of Divinity was a place that, until now, had been reserved solely for the Daughters of Eros—the Royal bloods.
Now, as the first and only Son, the halls would open for him as well. Aeric was going to be inducted today.
Aeric half-smiled to himself, a little amused by the thought. However, Mother Guinevere had been more nervous than he. That morning alone, she had paced the halls of their castle, wringing her hands in anxious preparation.
This was fairly understandable. It was, after all, the first time her precious Son would leave the safety of their home, venturing out into the wider world where threats—both seen and unseen—might lurk. Threats like Mother Selene of Moonlight.
But, Aeric had done his best to assure her, again and again, that no harm would come to him. Especially not in the Institution, he had said confidently. And with a grin, he had joked that his sisters would watch over him, though he knew in his heart they would likely do the opposite.
Rosette had even glowered at him when he said it.
As the made washed him, Aeric’s thoughts drifted to the Institution itself. This was a big deal, it truly was.
He imagined the Royal Institution, a massive place filled with the Daughters of Eros. He would be the only boy there, the only Son among them. This felt a little bittersweet to think about, there was excitement for Aeric, but there was also wariness.
He could already imagine the stares, the whispers, and perhaps even attempts to bully him, he was certain they would call him names. Not excluding abomination.
Regardless, at second thought, Aeric wasn’t so concerned anymore. He had the [Claim] skill, and he was keen on using it to survive, thrive, and rule.
His goal was still ingrained in his mind, and it was what was engineering every decision he made and actions he took. Laying [Claim] to the Skills and powers of everyone in Erothyria would make him the strongest Player. And that would keep him secure, even when his secret gets out.
He had to begin quickly and [Claim] as much as he can.
‘The Institution would be a good place to start,’ he thought with a sly grin. To him, it was like a hunting ground, and all those young hot Daughters of Eros were the prey.
Aeric envisioned it now, the Daughters’ powers ripe for the claiming. He would seize them one by one until he held their magic in his grasp. And then, once he had mastered them, he would set his sights higher—he would [Claim] the powers of the Mothers. The thought of it sent a thrill of delight through him. What a glorious plan.
His hand touched his chin in thought. ‘The only problem though is how I would get them to have sex with me.’ He thought a bit harder.
‘Hmm. Surely it shouldn’t be that hard. I am unbelievably good looking in this world, and the Daughters are just as young as I am so I think they’ll be easy to convince.’
Will they really?
‘At least I have the Insight Skill, with that, I can listen to their thoughts and know which are more easy to take to bed and dump my seed into. Erimyra of Moonlight, you are proving to have caused more good than harm!’
—Ouch!
“I’m sorry, my Prince!” the maiden exclaimed in fear. She had mistakenly scratched him with her nail as she was washing him with the cloth. “I’m so sorry!”
“Stop!” Aeric raised his hand when she attempted to continue washing.
The maid was scared now. “Yes, my Prince?”
He sighed and laid back on the marble bath, his tummy sinking into the water, but his cock rising out hard, tall and strong.
The maid’s eyes widened. “Uh…” She was almost starstruck staring at the glorious size of the Prince’s cock.
“Come over here and give it a good suck,” Aeric ordered. “I need to be calm while I think.”
The maid gave an inner moan, her body already heating up. “Yes, my Prince.” She walked around the bath and got inside, squatted into the water before Aeric and took in the cock inside her mouth, then began to suck slowly.
“I know you’re not careful with your fingernails, but you better mind your teeth,” Aeric warned.
“Yesh my prinsh,” the maid replied with his cock still in her mouth.
Aeric relaxed with a smile on his face. ‘Oh yeah. I could really get used to this royal life.’
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After the bath and blowjob, Aeric dressed. His attire had been made by one of the finest tailors in Starlight as ordered by his mother.
It was a deep obsidian black tunic embroidered with silver threads that glittered like crimson starlight, paired with fitted trousers and boots of the finest leather. Over his broad shoulders, he draped a cloak of deep red, clasped with a brooch shaped like a star.
His dark hair was neatly combed back, though two strands fell over at opposite sides of his face, highlighting its sharp angles and the intensity of his crimson eyes. He looked every bit the royal Son he was—handsome, imposing, and ready for the world to recognize his power.
Aeric stepped out into the grand hall where his mother awaited him. Once the doors opened, he saw the face of pride and anxiety. Mother Guinevere smiled at him as he walked on the scarlet carpet and got closer to her.
“My son,” she greeted, smoothing the front of his cloak with gentle hands. “You look… magnificent. The world is not ready for the man you are, do you know that?” she smiled lovingly at him.
Aeric smiled back. “Yes I do, mother.”
Slowly, the smile on her face faltered a lot. “But—” she hesitated, biting her lip, “I still worry. Outside this castle is different, dangerous even. You know what they say about you, you know what Selene tried to do to you.”
Aeric smiled, taking her hands. “Mother. I’ve told you a thousand times. You need not fear. No one will harm me. Besides,” he added with a mischievous glint in his eye, “I’ll be surrounded by my sisters.
What could possibly go wrong?”
Guinevere laughed softly, though the worry remained in her eyes. “I suppose you wouldn’t tell me what Class and Main Skill you chose? That would make me feel much more certain that you can take care of yourself out there.”
A flash of worry struck Aeric, but he smiled as a response, trying to sound as kind as possible. “You know that’s against the Divine Laws, mother. It has to be declared by a Divine Speaker in the Institution.”
Guinevere sighed, then smiled weakly, accepting her son’s words.
Aeric looked at her. Out of everyone, his mother was the only person he genuinely loved and cared for. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
“Alright then. I guess you are right.”
Aeric nodded and kissed her hand.
“Come now,” Guinevere said as she rose to her feet. “It’s time for you to choose your Beast Companion.”
