Chapter 12 - 11.5: The Sovereign’s Reward. (r18)
The heavy iron and oak doors of Sovereign Residence Nine clicked shut, sealing behind them with a resonant thud. Ancient stone wards pulsed to life, humming with a deep, dark mana that completely severed the estate from the outside world. Behind these walls, the prying eyes and ears of the Academy and Church spies were rendered entirely blind and deaf.
Inside, the master suite was bathed in the warm, flickering glow of hearthfire and moonlight spilling through tall, arched windows, painting the room in silver and shadow. Without the tension of the day, the air grew thick with a suffocating, intoxicating heat.
"Private wards are active, My Lord," Aria purred, her dark leather armor already unbuckled and hitting the polished floor with a quiet thud. She stepped closer with feline grace, her cat ears pinned back in uninhibited desire, her golden eyes locked onto mine. "No one can hear us."
Lyra stood near the plush velvet sofa, her cheeks flushed a deep, brilliant crimson. Her noble, icy composure was rapidly slipping, her chest heaving beneath her uniform. "Victor... you were embarrassingly bold at the Registrium."
"Bold?" I chuckled smoothly, stepping forward to close the distance. I pulled Lyra by her waist, slamming her gently against my chest while my other hand reached out to pull the shadow retainer right into my side. "I spent an entire trying to tearing down the hero and earn money to buy this sanctuary. I believe I’ve earned my payment."
Lyra let out a soft gasp as my hands slid down her back, unlacing her tight corset with practiced ease. "You... you always demand your due, don’t you?"
"Always," I murmured into her ear, biting her soft lobe lightly.
Lyra arched her back, a breathless moan escaping her lips as my dark mana flared, stripping away her silk blouse and exposing her pale, flawless skin to the firelight. Beside her, Aria needed no convincing she shed the rest of her garments, her sleek, toned body pressing eagerly against mine while her tail wrapped tightly around my leg.
"Command us, Lord Victor," Aria whispered, her voice dripping with sultry heat as she sank to her knees, her hands tracing up my thighs. "Show us who we belong to."
I shed my own coat and shirt, revealing my frame, before unfastening my trousers. My shaft sprang free thick, heavy, and flushed, radiating a raw, musky scent. Both women inhaled sharply; Lyra’s pupils dilated, and Aria’s golden eyes glazed over with sudden heat.
"Crawl," I ordered, stepping back toward the edge of the wide bed and fixing them with a cold, commanding stare.
Lyra’s breath caught, but Aria dropped to her hands and knees without hesitation, crawling forward with hips swaying. Lyra followed a heartbeat later, her cheeks burning as her palms met the cool floor. They reached the bed together, kneeling between my spread thighs.
"Ah.... that scent," Aria whispered huskily. She leaned in first, pressing her face to the base of my shaft. Her tongue dragged over my balls in slow, wet strokes before she sucked one into her mouth, moaning softly around the sensitive skin as saliva glistened on her lips.
Lyra hesitated, frozen inches from the thick shaft bobbing before her face. My hand shot out, fingers twisting into her silver hair, and yanked her forward without mercy. The heavy length slapped across her cheek, smearing my fluids over her skin.
"Open," I growled.
She parted her lips, and I thrust forward, forcing the broad head past her teeth and deep into her throat. Lyra gagged, her eyes watering, but I held her there, rolling my hips in steady thrusts that made her throat bulge around my girth. Her noble frost magic flickered uselessly at her fingertips before vanishing as she surrendered to the rhythm, sucking in earnest while Aria continued to swirl her tongue around my balls.
"Strip," I commanded after several long minutes, pulling Lyra off with a wet pop as strings of spit connected her lips to the head.
Both women rose on shaky legs to shed the last of their garments. Lyra’s pale bosom spilled free, her buds stiff in the cool air, while Aria stood bare, her smooth, toned skin marked by faint scars. I reached out and grabbed both sets of bosoms at once, squeezing firmly as my thumbs brushed over their stiff peaks. I pulled them in, claiming Lyra’s mouth first in a bruising kiss before turning to taste Aria just as roughly, my fingers tracing their slick folds to leave them both trembling.
"On the bed," I ordered, my voice dark with promise.
They climbed onto the wide mattress Lyra on her back with her legs parting, and Aria beside her on all fours, hips raised and golden eyes locked on me with hunger. I climbed between Lyra’s spread thighs, the broad head of my shaft dragging along her soaked entrance. She gasped as I pushed forward, stretching her tight cave to yield inch by inch until I bottomed out against her.
"Mm..so big" she hissed, her pride cracking under the stretch.
I gave her no time to adjust, setting a hard, deliberate pace. Each thrust punched the air from her lungs, her bosom bouncing while frost crystals formed on the sheets where her fingers clawed.
Aria watched with parted lips, rubbing her own cave bud in quick circles. "Look at her," she purred. "The noble lady falling apart on your shaft...."
I reached out, fisting Aria’s dark hair to drag her down. "Clean her while I take her."
Aria obeyed instantly, lowering her mouth to Lyra’s cave bud, flicking her tongue as I pistoned in and out. Lyra cried out, her hips bucking under the dual assault until her climax hit hard, her cave spasming around my shaft.
Pulling out, glistened with her release, I moved behind Aria and drove into her in one full thrust. She moaned shamelessly, pushing back to meet me. "Yes! take me harder, my lord!! use me..."
I gripped her hips, driving into her with punishing force while her tongue never left Lyra’s cave. Lyra recovered enough to reach up, pinching Aria’s bosom until the assassin whimpered around her swollen bud.
Switching again, I flipped Lyra onto her stomach, yanking her hips up before slamming back into her wet cave. One of my hands pressed her face into the mattress while the other reached beneath to rub her swollen nub. Aria straddled Lyra’s shoulders, grinding her cave against the noblewoman’s mouth; Lyra licked eagerly, her tongue delving into Aria’s folds as I take her relentlessly from behind.
Feeling my release building, I pulled out of Lyra and stroked fast, painting both women’s backs and hips in hot, thick spurts. Aria came with a muffled cry against Lyra’s tongue, her thighs shaking, and Lyra followed seconds later, her body trembling into the sheets.
Without softening, I rolled Aria onto her back and sank into her once more, letting her feel every inch stretch her anew. Lyra crawled up beside us, sucking one of Aria’s bosom into her mouth while her fingers found the assassin’s swollen bud, sending Aria thrashing through another intense peak.
I leaned down, biting Lyra’s shoulder hard enough to leave a lasting mark. "Both of you belong to me. Every hole. Every scream."
I pulled out of Aria, flipped Lyra onto her back once more, and drove inside her with renewed force. Aria straddled Lyra’s face, facing me, and I claimed her mouth in a deep kiss while my hips pounded into Lyra below. The three of us moved together in a tangle of limbs and sweat as the night stretched on, taking them again and again filling them, marking them, and reminding them exactly who owned their bodies and their loyalty.
By the time dawn crept through the arched windows, both women lay spent and marked, skin covered in bites and flush, completely exhausted. I stood at the foot of the bed, surveying my conquest with cold satisfaction.
"Rest," I ordered. "We have more work tomorrow."
The glint in my eyes promised that the night had only been the beginning.