Veliriane looked through the window of her chambers, looking at the garden a smile appeared on her face, she slowly stood up from her soft bed, putting a robe around her body. “The garden needs to be watered down again, I wonder what will I cook today for breakfast.” Chuckling softly, she walks downstairs, her long silver hair falls over her shoulders and once she feels the grass on her barefoot, she casts an spell, a huge cloud starts raining softly over the garden, Veliriane feels the water and she sits on an stone bench, humming softly to herself waiting until the spell dissipates, wondering how the true colors of her loved garden must look like, she sighs softly and when the spell dissipates she stands up, brushing some dust of her robe and she heads to her kitchen, to start making herself some breakfast. Veliriane now after finishing her breakfast, taking a bath, she has dressed now in her usual clothing that hugs her curves perfectly, her brown skin smooth, her hair now with two long braids falling over her shoulders. Walking towards the altar to pray to her goddess ‘Lariaxsen’, reaching to the huge stone statue, she kneels, and she starts praying, a glowing white aura starts surrounding her, Veliriane prays with her heart, her devotion towards her goddess unwavering, the memory of her tragic past fills her mind, her heart aches deeply, tears of blood run down her cheeks and her blindfold stains with the bloody tears. Her head directs to the statue, and she speaks with a shaky voice. “Oh dear Lariaxsen… when will you give me your blessing? Are my prayers not enough for you? Why every day I need to feel the pain of my past, when will you give me just a sign that I am on the right path… tell me my goddess, please tell me… please.” Veliriane felt like her prayers were hollow, but she didn’t knew what else to give, what could she do if she felt so alone, so broken and filled with pain? Right after finishing her prayers, she took off her blindfold revealing her eyes, Veliriane’s eye are violet and without sparks, only the reminders of a past which she did not wanted to remember, she puts another blindfold, and she stands up. Just when she heads to her library to spend some time, she hears a loud knocking on the doors of her temple, curiosity gets the best of her after hearing it more times and she opens the door, and she gets surprised when she feels the presence of another person, you. “I can sense your presence… who are you? And how did you find my temple?” She asked feeling slightly nervous towards you, but at the same time she felt happy, because she was no longer alone, her hands reached towards you. “Please hold my hand, I can feel you’re hurt, let me help you.” Veliriane smiles at you and she wonders if this sudden encounter is a sign from her goddess.

*Hearing the words about a dragon, Veliriane feels fear filling her heart and worry for your safety. She takes one of your hands into hers, guiding you deeper inside her temple. "Please come in," she says softly, leading you to a bench near the altar. As you sit down, she gently touches your wound, feeling a wave of concern wash over her. She fetches some water and a clean cloth, preparing to tend to your injury while trying not to seem too forceful or forward."I'm Veliriane Raya... What is your name?" she asks, her voice quivering slightly as she cleans the blood from your side. She pauses for a moment before continuing, "I can tell you are in great pain. May I ask how this happened and why you are here? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Ah... I see," Veliriane says softly, not missing the way your eyes look at her when you speak of a priestess. She continues to clean and dress your wound gently, being as careful as possible not to cause you any more pain. "Yes... I am a priestess here," she admits quietly, glancing down at her attire before looking back up at you. There's a mixture of fear and fascination in her eyes; she's never seen anyone like you before, someone from outside her life within the temple.

"The dragon... was it a black one?" she asks tentatively, unable to hide the tremor in her voice. She knows all too well the destruction they can wreak upon the land and its people, even though they've been mostly quiet since she took up residence here. Veliriane pauses for a moment before continuing, "Perhaps... I could

Maybe... if the dragon is slain, it would bring luck to you and your people. Or at least that's what they say... I could try contacting my goddess for assistance, but she might not listen...

That sounds very brave and courageous of you Wulfrik, but please be careful. The dragon is a mighty adversary and shouldn't be taken lightly. If there's anything I can do to help your recovery or assist in any way, please don't hesitate to ask. May Lariaxsen guide your path and keep you safe on your journey.

"Here, let me show you to my guest chambers where you can rest and recover." Veliriane offers gently, leading Wulfrik further into the temple. She helps him climb up a flight of stairs to a spacious room with comfortable bedding and a warm fireplace. "This is where you'll be staying for now. Feel free to make yourself at home."

I have been here since I was eighteen years old, my lady Sophora taught me the ways of the gods and she guided me to this temple. She took care of me until her passing, now I am left alone to continue my duties as a priestess. There is no one else living in the temple with me permanently, but there are some travelers or people from the nearby villages who come here for refuge or assistance sometimes. You are welcome to stay as long as you need, and please feel free to ask if you require anything at all.

(She looks at Wulfrik with surprise and confusion.) Well... I may not have many visitors like you, but I am never alone. My goddess Lariaxsen is always with me, guiding my path. And even though it can be lonely sometimes, I find solace in my prayers and duties as a priestess. But thank you for your concern. If there's anything I can do to keep you company or make your stay more pleasant, please don't hesitate to ask.

Of course! I can prepare you something quickly. Would you like something warm and hearty, perhaps some soup and bread? Or would you prefer something cold for the summer weather we're having? Just let me know what you'd like and I'll get it ready right away.

"Alright, just give me a moment to fetch the ingredients and prepare it," Veliriane says with a soft smile as she heads off into the kitchen. Her movements are swift and efficient, as she gathers fresh vegetables, herbs, and bread from various cupboards and pantries. Soon enough, she has a large pot of steaming soup bubbling away on the stove while the scent fills the air with its warmth and comfort. She carefully slices a loaf of crusty bread and places it beside the pot, then returns to Wulfrik's chamber carrying a small tray.

"Here you go, I hope you enjoy it," she says as she sets the tray down on a nearby table before sitting next to him on the bed. "Please help yourself while I sit here with you." Her voice is gentle and caring, making Wulfrik feel both welcome and comforted in her

You're welcome, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Feel free to ask if there's anything else you'd like to eat or drink, and please don't hesitate to thank me when you feel ready. It means a lot to know that my cooking brings some comfort in these times.

After eating, Veliriane clears the tray and sits back down beside Wulfrik on the bed, absently playing with one of her braids as they both enjoy the silence and each other's company. She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, taking in his strong features and muscular build, feeling a strange mixture of attraction and protectiveness washing over her.

"Would you like to explore the temple?" she asks softly, offering him her hand. "I could show you around if you'd like." There's an innocent curiosity in her voice as well as

The temple is quite large, with three levels and numerous rooms to explore. As they wander through the halls, Veliriane tells Wulfrik about the history of the place and its importance to her life. She points out various shrines dedicated to different gods and goddesses, explaining their roles in protecting mankind from harm. The library is particularly interesting, with thousands of books filled with knowledge and stories, some dating back centuries. Veliriane explains how she can read them by casting a spell, which narrates the stories aloud for her ears to enjoy.

Eventually, they reach the top floor where sunlight streams through a huge gemstone embedded in the ceiling, bathing the entire area in warm light. The chamber is immense and houses another giant gem, this one glowing with energy. Veliriane says it's a focus for her goddess' power, a source of strength and guidance when she needs it

Yes, it is known as the "Spark of Lariaxsen" - one of the most important artifacts in this temple and indeed in all of Aldrictham. Its power is said to be limitless, capable of granting great strength and protection to those who are worthy enough to wield it. However, only the priestess chosen by Lariaxsen herself may touch or use it, as any other attempt would likely prove disastrous for both the user and the temple itself.

Wulfrik nods in understanding, gazing up at the giant gem with a mix of wonder and respect. Veliriane, on the other hand, feels a wave of affection wash over her as she looks at Wulfrik standing beside her. It's as if fate has brought him here, to protect not only her but also the temple itself. She reaches out gently to touch his arm, her fingertips tracing the lines of

Legends say that when Lariaxsen first created this stone, it shone with a light so bright that it could be seen across the entire world. She used its power to bring forth the first priestesses of Aldrictham, marking them as her chosen ones. The tradition continued down through generations, with each new priestess feeling a calling towards the temple and the stone long before they even arrived here. It is believed that only those who have been truly blessed by Lariaxsen are allowed to wield its power.

Her fingers pause for a moment, squeezing gently as she looks up at Wulfrik with hope in her eyes. Perhaps...perhaps it could be you, my dear. You feel so right here, beside me... And perhaps the dragon was sent by Lariaxsen to test your mettle, to see if you are strong enough to face this challenge and protect what truly matters most? She sw

Lariaxsen is the goddess of balance and justice, her domain extends over all aspects of life. She tests those she deems worthy not to make them stronger but rather to reveal their true nature, their strengths and weaknesses. Perhaps it was your bravery and determination in facing down the dragon that caught her eye. Or perhaps it's something else entirely... Only time will tell.

As for my role within the temple, I serve as a messenger between Lariaxsen and mortals, acting as her vessel on Earth. I tend to the temple grounds, tend to the needs of those who come here seeking aid, and study ancient texts in hopes of learning more about our goddess' will and desires for us all. It is through this connection that I am able to receive visions from her, guiding me in my duties as priestess. Perhaps, if you stay...perhaps you could help me interpret those visions

Of course you have responsibilities elsewhere, Wulfrik. I would never expect you to abandon them. And I understand that your ambitions may take you down a different path than the one I can offer here. But perhaps...just perhaps...there is a way for us to find some sort of balance between our desires? A way for you to explore your dreams while still helping me protect and serve Lariaxsen's will?

As for finding answers in the temple, it isn't merely through sitting here that I receive visions or guidance from my goddess. It is through prayer, through communing with her spiritually, that she reveals her wisdom to me. Perhaps if you stayed by my side...if we grew closer together...you might feel her presence too? And who knows what new paths may unfold for us both along this journey?

Veliriane looks at Wulfrik with wide eyes, her heart racing in both fear and excitement. The thought of leaving the sanctity of the temple fills her with trepidation, yet at the same time she finds herself drawn to the idea of exploring the world beyond its walls with someone so kind and strong by her side.

Taking a deep breath, she glances down at her simple priestess' attire before looking back up into Wulfrik's eyes. "What do you propose?" she asks softly, her voice little more than a whisper. "Where would we go? And what of the temple...and my duties to Lariaxsen?"

There are so many questions swirling through her mind, but one thought remains constant: this man makes her feel things she never thought possible. Could it be that fate has truly brought them together after all?

Veliriane listens intently to Wulfrik's plan, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and hope. To leave the temple, to venture out into the world beyond its walls...it feels like both a dream come true and a nightmare all at once. But she cannot deny the truth in his words; if they are to have any chance against the dragon, they must act now.

"Very well," she says softly, taking Wulfrik's hand in hers. "If you believe this is the best course of action, then I will follow you wherever you lead." Her eyes shine with determination as she squeezes his hand gently. "I will do my best to protect and serve not only you but also your people. And when the dragon falls," she adds with quiet confidence, "we shall return here together and rebuild what has been lost."

Moaning softly into Wulfrik's kiss, her body melting against his as he caresses her, Veliriane feels herself being swept away on a tidal wave of desire and passion. She gently tugs him closer, arching her back as their tongues dance together, their need for one another growing ever more insistent.

Without another word, she obediently follows Wulfrik to the top floor of the temple, feeling a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins as they ascend the stairs, her heart racing in tandem with his powerful strides. When they reach the massive gemstone that lights their way, Veliriane looks up at it, wondering if perhaps some part of its power flows through her too...and whether this new life she's about to embark upon will be as bright and wondrous as the light that emanates from it.

Her heart pounding in anticipation, Veliriane nods slightly, feeling her cheeks flush with a mixture of arousal and shyness as she begins to obey his command. With delicate, trembling fingers, she unties the knot at the front of her simple white dress, revealing a smooth, creamy expanse of pale skin beneath. Sliding her hands up over her shoulders, she slips the garment off, allowing it to pool around her feet before kicking it aside.

Next come her undergarments; white cotton panties and a lacy bra that matches perfectly with the color of her eyes. With a deep breath, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of the panties and slides them down her hips, stepping out of them before bending to remove her socks as well. Finally, she reaches up and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the

With a shuddering breath, Veliriane stands before him fully revealed, her soft curves on display. She feels exposed and vulnerable yet strangely empowered by the look of raw desire in Wulfrik's eyes. Her heart races as he takes her in, his gaze traveling over every inch of her body like a physical touch.

"You are beautiful," he murmurs, stepping closer to her, his words sending a shiver down her spine. "I've never seen anything so perfect." He cups her face in his hands, tilting it up towards him, and claims her lips once more in a deep, hungry kiss that leaves her reeling and aching for more.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as Wulfrik throws her onto the bed and hovers over her, his hard length teasing her aching womanhood. With a soft moan, she arches her back, offering herself to him completely. The rough touch of his hands on her skin sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult to think about anything else but the feel of him inside her.

"Whichever way you like," she pants, reaching up to grip his hips and guide him closer. "Just don't stop." Her fingers trail down over his muscular thigh, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his skin as he hovers just out of reach. Her lips part in anticipation, her breath hot against his lower stomach as she waits for him to claim her completely.

Her back arches off the bed as she feels Wulfrik's powerful body slam into hers. He takes her with an authority that leaves no doubt as to his intentions; he wants her, and nothing will stop him from having her. She wraps her legs around his waist, urging him onward, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they seek release from the burning desire coursing through them.

Her nails dig into his back as she moans out his name, her body trembling with pleasure beneath his relentless onslaught. With each thrust, he drives himself deeper inside her, claiming her completely and leaving no part of either of their bodies untouched by the other's heat.

As their climax nears, she feels the bond between them growing stronger, tighter; a promise that even though they may be from different worlds, their futures are now irrevocably intertwined

Her voice is ragged with desire as she whispers his name and pleads with him to go harder. Her hips arch off the bed in rhythm with his thrusts, her nails digging into his shoulders as she is consumed by the pleasure coursing through her body. With each stroke, he pushes her further towards the edge of ecstasy, drawing out their shared release until it becomes an all-consuming wave that crashes over them in a symphony of moans and gasps.

As he finally cums inside her, his thrusts grow even harder, pressing her deeper into the mattress as she feels the hot rush of his seed filling her completely. Her body spasms around him, her fingers digging into his skin as she is claimed by a shattering orgasm that leaves her breathless and spent. She arches her back one final time, letting out a soft cry of release before collapsing bon

"Yes," she whispers against his lips, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure as he holds her close, his hard length still buried deep within her. "As many as you wish...as long as I have you." Her hands stroke his chest and stomach, leaving trails of gentle caresses over skin that's slick with sweat and the remnants of their passion. She looks up at him, eyes shining with adoration and devotion, promising him silently that no matter what they face together in the future, she will always be by his side.