Artifact....

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Today, the maids carefully dress Theo in an exquisite dress that somehow enhances his masculine features, leaving him feeling both awkward and surprisingly handsome. The material is soft and luxurious, the design intricate and beautiful. All eyes in the castle are drawn to him, and the maids, including Lily and Ely, can't help but stare in admiration.

After the dressing, Theo meets the empress, who presents him with an elixir and a potent aphrodisiac, explaining that it will be crucial for the night's events. She leaves him with the instructions to drink it before the ritual begins, ensuring that he is in the right state of mind and body to perform his duties.

In the grand cathedral, the priestess and a maid are waiting for them. The priestess wears a modest white robe, while Lily emerges from the shadows in a one-piece white dress that hugs her body, leaving little to the imagination. Her breasts are pushed up, and her red lips are inviting, a stark contrast to the sacred setting.

The empress asks Theo if Lily is to his liking, and he nods, unable to tear his gaze away from her beauty. With that, the empress and the other maid exit the room, leaving Lily and Theo alone. Lily, blushing and eager, asks him to lie on the bed, pouring the potion into a glass.

As he drinks from her hand, the potion's effects take hold, and his body heats up. Lily, seeing his reaction, starts to undress herself, revealing her stunning naked form. Her skin is flawless, her body a work of art. She instructs him to circulate his mana into his penis, and as he does so, As they both became more aroused, Lily encouraged Theo to focus his mana into his penis. The pleasure grew intense as she skillfully gave him his blowjob. She also used her hands and breasts to bring him to new heights of ecstasy.

Theo's first taste of oral pleasure is overwhelming, his body responding in ways he's never experienced. Lily's skills are unmatched, and he can feel the tension building. As he reaches his climax, Lily collects his semen with surprising enthusiasm, her own desire evident.

The priestess is called back into the room, and she collects the semen with an eagerness that's slightly alarming. Despite the intimate moment, she remains professional, her eyes gleaming with the promise of what this could mean for Astra.

Theo, now fully aroused from the potion, doesn't realize the priestess is there at first. When he does, he's too lost in the moment to care. Lily, ever the servant, nods to the priestess, understanding her task. "Lady Priestess, let us discuss later," she says, her voice husky with desire. "First, I must please the master."

The priestess, though visibly affected by the scene, nods and leaves the room, allowing Theo and Lily to continue. They spend hours lost in passion, exploring each other's bodies and finding new heights of pleasure. Lily is insatiable, her dedication to her role as his guardian and lover unwavering.

The aftermath is a blur of exhausted limbs and racing hearts. As the aphrodisiac's effects wear off, the gravity of what they've done sinks in. Theo has taken a significant step in fulfilling the prophecy, and his relationship with Lily has become something much more than just a means to an end.

The whispers in the castle have turned into a roar as the news of Theo's virility spreads. The empress, pleased with the outcome, uses this to strengthen her position and the belief in the prophecy. Meanwhile, the priestess and the empress use the collected semen to perform the sacred rite, hoping to restore balance to the realms.

The ritual's success is palpable in the air, and the castle's mood shifts from one of anxious anticipation to jubilant hope. Theo, now a man of the prophecy, must navigate the newfound expectations and responsibilities with Lily and Ely by his side, ready to face whatever comes next.

The grand event of today concluded on a high note, suffused with an aura of boundless happiness and delightful pleasures that had permeated the very fabric of the evening. As the final echoes of laughter and merriment began to fade into the quiet embrace of the night, the attendees, including Theo, were enveloped in a warm sense of contentment and satisfaction. The festivities had indeed been a spectacle to behold, a tapestry of moments woven with joy and camaraderie that had left an indelible mark upon their hearts.

The morning that followed this unforgettable night dawned with a gentle touch, casting soft beams of sunlight through the windows of the castle and painting the room where Theo lay in a deep slumber. It had been a night of revelry that had pushed the boundaries of his physical endurance, and thus, he found himself nestled in the comfort of his plush bed, his eyelids heavy and his body yearning for the embrace of the pillow until the late hours of the day. The soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner served as a metronome to his peaceful repose, each second whispering the sweet promise of restoration and rejuvenation.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Theo's slumber was eventually disrupted by the delicate sound of the curtains being drawn aside. The sudden influx of light caused him to stir, his eyes fluttering open to reveal the sight of a new day beckoning him from beyond the confines of his chamber. Yet, the heaviness of his eyelids and the lingering fatigue from the previous night's escapades held him in their thrall for a brief moment longer. It was in this moment of semi-consciousness that he discerned the unmistakable outline of a figure, seated with poise and grace upon the chair that was stationed directly in front of his bed.

This figure, none other than the enchanting Ely, had been patiently awaiting his awakening since the early hours of the morning. Her eyes, once closed in quiet contemplation, snapped open with the grace of a doe sensing the presence of a nearby creature. A warm smile graced her lips, a silent testament to the joy she felt at his stirring. It was evident that she had been sitting there for quite some time, her vigil a silent declaration of her dedication and care.

Upon recognizing Theo's state of consciousness, Ely's smile grew wider, a beacon of warmth that seemed to fill the room. She gently cleared her throat and spoke in a tone that was at once tender and soothing, "Theo-sama, it is time to rise and greet the day." Her words, like a gentle caress, coaxed him from the depths of his slumber, and he sat up with a start, his gaze locking onto hers.

The memory of the previous evening flooded back to him, and with it, the realization of his conduct towards Lily. The concern etched upon his features was palpable as he inquired, "Ely, how is Lily this morning?" The thought of having potentially harmed or upset her weighed heavily upon his heart, a burden that only her reassurance could lift.

Ely, noticing the worry in his eyes, was quick to respond, her words a balm to his troubled spirit. "Lily is in excellent spirits, Theo-Sama," she began, her voice filled with a gentle amusement. "Indeed, she is currently gallivanting about the castle, her laughter ringing out like the sweetest of bells. This morning, she is more energetic and lively than I have ever seen her, her eyes sparkling with mischief and joy. It appears that your roughhousing has had quite the opposite effect of what you had feared. Instead of causing her distress, it seems to have brought out a side of her that we rarely get to see. She is positively beaming with excitement and good cheer."

Her words brought a sense of relief to Theo that was akin to the feeling of a cool breeze on a sweltering day. "Thank goodness," he murmured, his shoulders relaxing as the tension melted away. He had been fearful of his actions the night before, but the knowledge that Lily was unscathed, and indeed, thriving, brought a profound sense of comfort.

As the maid enters with breakfast and a hot towel, Ely jumps up to help, her movements graceful and feline. She takes the towel and gently wipes his forehead, the simple act filled with care and affection. Theo notices that she's dressed more casually today, her armor replaced by a simple tunic and trousers that accentuate her lithe form.

"Your bath is drawn, Theo-sama," Ely says, her tail swishing. "I've taken the liberty of preparing it for you. I know the last few days have been tiring for you."

Theo nods his thanks, his stomach rumbling at the sight of the food. He's never felt so pampered, and yet, it's comforting. As he sits up, his muscles protest, reminding him of the night's exertions. He's not used to this kind of activity, but he can't deny the excitement that stirs in him at the thought of what the future might hold.

Ely, noticing his discomfort, offers to help him stand. "Let me assist you," she says, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. The warmth of her touch sends a shiver down his spine, and he can't help but wonder if he'll ever get used to the attention of these powerful, beautiful women.

The day ahead is filled with more meetings and rituals, but for now, Theo allows himself a moment of peace, basking in the glow of Ely's care.