"How does maxing the orgasm of a rebated sex beast help me to unlock… unlock…" Dax began, confusion knitting his brow.
"The me in you," Lucivar completed smoothly, his voice gliding through the air like black silk.
Dax's head tilted slightly. "Yeah, exactly," he answered, both curious and suspicious, his tone laced with the ache of unanswered wonder.
Lucivar's crimson eyes flickered with amusement. He stepped back, turning toward an antique table carved from obsidian oak, its legs coiled like sleeping serpents.
Upon it rested a vessel of pure silver, one of those ancient decanters once used in royal feasts to pour wine into golden chalices. Its surface shimmered faintly in the torchlight, reflecting shades of scarlet and violet.
Lucivar grasped it with elegant ease, pouring its glimmering content into a goblet that looked older than sin itself.
"Ahh," he breathed, inhaling deeply. "The Falernian Ambrosia, vintage of emperors. Good for the body after a long, ruinous day."
