Within a well-polished room filled with a variety of weapons and armors, a man stood ramrod, his eyes staring through the window at the blue sky outside as two women fastened several parts of an armor to his body.
The women worked with grace, each of their movements calculated, seeming like an art, but before they could finish, a new presence stepped into the room.
Hastily, the woman bowed deeply to this presence, not daring to raise their head till she spoke.
"You can rise."
The woman's voice left her mouth like a tune, but while it soothed the minds of the two attendants, it caused a heavy frown to fall on the face of the man.
"Leave us."
Without question, the women nodded their heads and exited, their eyes falling to see the murderous look on the man's face as he stared at their departing figures.
"My king, why are you full of anger?" the woman said, moving over to the man and standing beside him.
"What do you want Grand priestess"
"Ark, I am not your enemy."
"And yet you continue to defy my authority," Ark said, the rage in his voice gone, his eyes full of disaproval.
"I had to properly attend to your father Ark," the grand priestess said, turning so she faced the man and raising her hand caressed his cheek but he snorted.
"You are king, soon I will be yours."
"When," Ark snapped, and with a smil,e the woman brought her hands down to his chin, already understanding the crux of the problem, her eyes seeing the lust he was trying to suppress.
"You know when," The woman said, her hand trailing over the armor on Ark's chest.
"I want you now," Ark growled recieving a teasing smile.
"My words in the throne room were no lie. After generations of your family line, the ancestors and spirits have chosen you as their hand," the woman said, smirking when the lust that filled his eyes gave way to surprise, though he remained silent.
"Haven't you wondered why the curse has come to us but at this time? Now when you have just ascended and your strength is rapidly increasing."
More of the lust in Ark's eyes cleared, and he looked at the grand priestess with interest.
"This is but a small trial for you as their chosen, a whetstone to sharpen you into the hand that will act on their behalf."
Ark's mind collapsed into the words of the grand priestess, his anger at her forgotten, and his throat salivating for the power he imagined he would wield were her words to be true.
With his head clear of the lust that had clouded and directed it, he thought of the confrontation he was about to engage in and frowned.
"Did you divine the fate of the curse's helper?"
"Does my king doubt me when I say he is of no consequence to you?"
Rather than speak of his belief in her words or tell of the gnawing feeling in his gut, Ark looked away and the grand priestess seeing this decided to satisfy his grievance while at the same time sooth his ego.
"But if my king desires confirmation, who am I to refuse?"
Gracefully wrapping both her hands around her staff, the woman closed her eyes and then a second later, snapped them open, revealing the glowing white nature they had taken on and while she raised her head to the ceiling, Ark who moved to bow his head, had his eyes briefly fall on her jugs, which had jutted forward, before bringing them to the ground.
Full of confidence as white light replaced her sight, the grand priestess expected to be thrust into a vision of two men fighting and her king taking off the opponent's head, but instead, she was met with pitch-black darkness.
When the glow from the Priestesses' eyes died off, Ark lifted his head to stare at her and seeing the same amused look she always had still on her face, relief went through him.
He wanted to speak, but the female spoke first, her next actions leaving him speechless.
"I never could have thought you would have such a brutal side to you my king," the woman said.
"The way you ripped his spine out and set his corpse on fire, my king you truly are the hand of the ancestors" the grand priestess said with a dazed gaze.
With her left hand she pulled the left of her garment to the side, letting the image of a large soft mound of flesh adorned with deep red hard nipples be exposed to the world.
"Grand Priestess, my father is still alive. You still belong to him," Ark said, his eyes already hooked on the woman's exposed breast, his voice trembling at the sacrilege before him.
It was okay for him to lust and groan after the Priestess, but till his father died and she became his, further action as was happening now was forbidden.
"Come child."
The grand priestess extended her left hand and when Ark took it, she brought right before her, directing him so his head hovered in front of her breast.
She could see the reluctance in his eyes, his body and mind reluctant to go against the traditions and customs which had been instilled in him since he was young, and though this was admirable, at the same time it was what irked her about him.
Whilst the king should follow the rules that had been put in place, for her, he should be ready to break them all, and today she would take a step in forging him in that direction.
"I saw more than just your victory my King. The sight of you in unimagined glory has created a never before seen heat in me."
The grand pirates whispered these words into the ears of the stooped-over man, her hands rubbing his head and a moan soon leaving her lips as her words broke the dam in him and he gobbled up her sumptuous flesh.
Wrapping his hands around her waist, Ark sucked on the priestess's nipples as hard as he could.
The sound of his sloppy suction and her moans filled the room, but after several seconds, just as lust had totally consumed him, she pushed him back, her nipple leaving his mouth.
Still hungry for the priestess's flesh, with a crazed look, Ark rushed forward to capture it, but the next second, he found himself crashing onto the ground a red red-painted foot which he could not budge in the slightest resting on his chest.
"Grand Priestess," Ark called as clarity returned to his eyes, watching as the woman gracefully covered up her wet melon, her eyes then going to him, particularly the area between his legs.
"Oh, it's bigger than your father's." The woman said, her beautiful feet trailing down his chest till they rested on his bulge, pressing down on it and rubbing over its length.
"Urghhh," Ark groaned from the simulation, his eyes trained on the females' feet, it moved up and he salivated at the sight of her thick, wide thighs, this making her smile.
"Do you want to release your load, over my feet, my chest, or my face?"
The grand priestess's words took Ark by surprise, his eyes widening in disbelief at what he had just heard.
"Go on, don't be shy, tell me my king, which do you want?"
"I want it over your bare chest," Ark groaned out.
"My bare chest, how specific," The grand priestess said, and then suddenly she took her foot off him, allowing him respite.
"It's bad for a soldier to release before the battle. After your fight, we'll have our fun." The grand priestess said, and with those words, her figure faded away, the woman leaving behind a man filled with a voracious hunger.
All Ark wanted at the moment was to kill the curse and its aid and satisfy his hunger.