This is the Sequel to Poisonous Fangs; please read this story first, or the tale here may not make any sense at all in intervals!
Hadrian has set the bar for the War of Blood and Thunder in the Wizard World and the Rebellion that the Necromancers we...
Tapan woke blearily as he yawned and blinked to the warm rays of sun shining into his room; he uncoiled himself and stretched out as he groaned pleasurably against the fine linens. He was feeling most excellent this morning; though he knew he had to get up. He reverted his body to his humanoid shape and groaned loud in disgruntlement.
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(Tapan's Bedroom in the French Villa)
After last evening; his body was already eager for more activity; ever since his agreement to be a courtesan and the court being allowed to interact fully...Tapan's body had suddenly increased in the number of times he usually indulged these pleasures by a lot. Tapan turned his head and eyed the clock; it was early yet, so Hadrian likely wasn't even awake. He groaned as he reached for his arousal and thumbed it. Watching it leak and daydreaming somewhat of the next time he had Hadrian to himself.
Tapan didn't take too long to get himself to release; given his daydream was fairly intense on the imagination, and he couldn't afford to lie around. Hadrian never rose extremely late, as it was. He breathed some and settled from the highs of his playing with himself, and then rose up from the bed to stretch a little more. He eyed the bed and called his personal elf to change the sheets. The little elf did as it was told; not even batting its eyes to the mess in them, and Tapan thanked it before he walked into his bath.
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(Tapan's Bath)
The naga eyed the room with a mix of emotions; the room was nice and very ornate, but he still preferred his bath at home in Hadrian's Villa. This one had a smaller tub for one thing, so he couldn't be in his serpentine form in it like Proteo's tub allowed if expanded; unless he wanted to waste what little magic he had to expand it himself. But other than that...the room sort of reminded him of Aisha and the Palace in the Desert Naga territory.
He washed quickly and then went to the wardrobe to choose an outfit; he didn't feel like a dress today, so something more casual. He rifled through the assorted choices the elf had packed for him, and finally decided on one.
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