Prince Veshrian
"Should you really be getting frisky with the slave girls, prince?"
"Oh hush, I don't need anyone but my mother spoiling my fun."
Thinking about his mother always caused the prince to feel a tinge of bitterness on his tongue. Luckily he had the perfect treat right in front of him to cleans his palate... ample curves, exotic features, beauty and youth. The timid look in her eyes, coupled with unmistakable lust, was like ambrosia and he planned to savor every bit of it. The only thing missing... was hunger.
"I never noticed you around here before. Tell me dear, are you a new arrival?" He asks gently, as if he was trying to calm a scared mouse. His guard meanwhile let out a tired sigh, not really interested in watching this tired old play but having little choice in the matter.
The girl bit her lip, fumbling to find the words which gave the playful prince the chance to raise his hand and brush a single finger against her soft cheek. "Y-yes my lord..." She managed to utter, shivers running through her body.
"She is going to be served as a meal to one of your mother's generals." The bodyguard informed the prince, shaking his head. "Not that this has ever stopped you."
Hm, guilty as charged. Veshrian grinned knowingly before turning his eyes back to the slave. His features softened and his hand slipped down to rub over the midsection. "Have they been trying to fatten you up before you vanish down a gullet? Tsk. You deserve better than to be food to some lowly warrior. Would it not be wonderful to feel someone struggle and digest within you instead?"
Her eyes went wide, his words catching her by surprise. Seeing this Veshrian moved his hand to her mouth and placed it next to her lips.
"Lick. Savor the taste. You will have a truly royal meal tonight."
Vain, lazy, lecherous and lacking any predatory qualities. Prince Veshrian is the living embodiment of his mother's disappointment.