â â ° DORIAN NEREZZAâ
A pleased grin spread across his features when Icarus invited him into the pool with him. Dorian knew exactly how to work his magic, and he knew he would have an intimate moment with the prince if he was seductive enough. He unhooked the towel around his waist effortlessly, allowing it to drop at his feet, exposing every inch of his skin to Icarus. He stood proudly, moving into the pool slowly, sighing contently as the hot water surrounded him.Â
Once he was fully in, he moved over to sit next to Icarus, placing an arm around the princeâs shoulders. âSo, how are you feeling, your majesty? I know you got hurt during the storm. Are you feeling like your old self yet? If you ever need some help when youâre in pain, I can work some of my magic on you. My chambers are always open for you.â His words were dripping with double entendre.Â
the prince had always thought that dorian was attractive for a mage, the striking, bright blonde hair and the muscular and alluring body that dorian had caught the princes eyes on more than once occasion. he watched as the mage stripped down out of his robes before slowly dipping into the water like some siren luring the prince to his ultimate demise and then sitting with icarus.
âit wasnât the storm that hurt my ribsâ he had gotten out of that fairly untouched, having been an early one out to help castherians back home and reigning as king for a day before his father and the rest of his family returned to home. âyou arenât so subtle, are you dorian?â he cocked a brow as he looked the mage over once more.









