The last note of the divine office hung in the air, shimring, then slowly dissolved into the hushed sanctity of the chapel.
A collective sigh, barely audible, rippled through the pews as the ethereal sound faded.
Aiden’s wives, along with a few other scattered worshippers, lingered for a mont, caught in the afterglow of the lody.
Then, one by one, the other attendees began to stir, gathering their things, their footsteps soft as they shuffled towards the chapel’s arched exit.
Aiden rose from the pew, his tall fra uncoiling. His wives followed, a vibrant tapestry of colors and personalities.
He moved with purpose towards the front, where a figure in a simple black nun’s habit stood, her back to them.
Her long, pitch-black hair, gleaming with a silky shine, tumbled down her back in loose waves, visible beneath the white wimple.
The habit, though simple, strained across her chest, the swell of her breasts pushing the fabric taut, hinting at the generous curves beneath.
As she turned, the soft light from the stained-glass windows illuminated her features, revealing a gentle, almost shy expression.
Her eyes, dark and deep, widened slightly as she saw them approach.
"Your voice," Aiden’s words were a low rumble, filled with genuine admiration, "it was truly amazing."
The nun’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, a soft blush blooming across her pale skin.
She dipped her head slightly, her gaze flickering to the floor then back up to him, a shy smile gracing her lips.
"Yes, so good," Luna chid in, her voice a soft purr. "It felt like... like warm honey in my ears."
She looked at Aiden, her heart doing a strange little flutter. *He is so handso. Wait... No... I am supposed to be soone else’s.* She quickly composed herself, a tiny frown creasing her brow for a fleeting mont.
"Indeed," Lysandra added, her crimson eyes holding a rare softness. "A truly beautiful performance. Thank you."
"Such a lovely sound," Varra mumbled, tugging at her sleeves, her aquamarine eyes shimring with appreciation.
The nun’s flush deepened, a soft, almost imperceptible quiver running through her. "Oh, thank you, sirs and madams. I... I am glad you enjoyed it."
Her voice was soft, lodic, echoing the beauty of her song.
She clasped her hands together at her waist, her fingers intertwining. "May I ask, what brings you to our humble chapel today? Are you here for a blessing, or perhaps seeking guidance?"
Her gaze, though still shy, held a flicker of curiosity as it settled on Aiden.
"Actually," Aiden began, a subtle smile playing on his lips, "We ca to et..."
A new voice, rich and resonant, like velvet and ancient wine, cut him off. "Welco, Sir Aiden. The Child of Prophecy."
All heads turned. From a side archway, a woman erged, her presence commanding, radiant.
She moved with an almost regal grace, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid moonlight.
Her dress seed to struggle against the sheer abundance of her form.
Her breasts, impossibly full, strained against the thin fabric, the neckline pushing them upward into a heavy, bouncing swell that quivered with each step.
Her waist narrowed sharply, only to flare into wide, commanding hips that swayed with matronly power.
The snug gown clung to the ripe curve of her thighs, creasing with every subtle movent, teasing what it barely concealed.
Violet eyes, half divine, half profane, held a knowing glint, and a faint, knowing smile played on her lips.
Between her breasts, a golden cross glead, drawing the eye downward without rcy.
The nun, gasped softly, her dark eyes widening further.
Her cheeks burned, a deep crimson spreading across her face.
Her heart hamred against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat. *That’s him.* The thought, unbidden, blood in her mind. *He is actually the one whom I will belong.*
Aiden’s smile widened, a relaxed warmth in his blue eyes. "Thank you for inviting us, Ma’am."
Selvaria approached, her steps light despite the powerful sway of her hips. "Not at all, Sir Aiden. You and your esteed wives are always welco here."
Her gaze, bright and mischievous, flickered to the nun.
A slow smile spread across Selvaria’s face. She moved behind her, her hand resting on the younger woman’s shoulder, a playful squeeze.
Then, with a gentle but firm push, she urged her forward.
She yelped, a soft, surprised sound escaping her lips.
"She is my one and only loving daughter," Selvaria announced, her voice brimming with pride, "Elira Nystovia."
Aiden’s eyes crinkled at the corners. "Ah, Elira. Yes, I was just telling everyone how good her voice was. And she certainly... got her looks from you."
His gaze lingered for a mont on Elira’s still blushing face, then flickered to the generous swell of Selvaria’s own bosom.
Elira’s blush deepened, her head dipping even further. "T-thank you, Sir."
She glanced up at Aiden, then quickly away.
"Sir... why don’t we co to my chambers and talk?" Selvaria asked.
Aiden nodded.
Selvaria’s smile softened. She then turned toward Eline, "Sweetheart, please entertain our guests, will you?"
Elira nodded, her voice a soft whisper. "Yes, Mama."
"Please, if you will follow ." Selvaria asked.
Aiden nodded, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He started to follow her.
Before he could take more than a few steps, his wives sward Elira, a whirlwind of vibrant personalities.
Aiden smiled, then he flicked his finger. Instantly, his wives turned back to their original form.
Eline’s eyes widened.
"Oh, your voice was truly divine!" Serica exclaid, her golden eyes sparkling. "You must teach your technique!"
"Do you sing every day?" Luna asked, her black tail wagging, her fangs peeking out. Is it a special prayer?"
"Are there many nuns here?" Nyxion inquired, her golden eyes sharp, her black tail swaying lazily. "Do you all sing together?"
Elira’s eyes widened, overwheld by the sudden barrage of questions and the close proximity of so many powerful won.
She stamred, trying to answer each one, her blush now a fiery crimson.
Aiden chuckled softly, a low, warm sound, and continued to follow Selvaria.
They walked down a quieter, less ornate corridor, the sound of his wives’ excited chatter slowly fading behind them.
Selvaria’s hips swayed with an almost hypnotic rhythm, the fabric of her gown straining with every movent, the golden cross between her breasts glinting in the dim light.
She pushed open a heavy wooden door, revealing a chamber that was both opulent and serene.
"Co in, Sir Aiden." Her voice was a soft invitation.
Aiden stepped inside. The room was spacious, filled with the scent of old wood and faint incense.
Tapestries depicting celestial scenes adorned the walls, and a large, plush sofa sat at the corner. "This certainly is clean and... holy."
Selvaria smiled, a knowing glint in her violet eyes. "Please, make yourself comfortable." She gestured to the sofa.
Aiden obliged, sinking into the soft cushions.
Selvaria followed, her weight settling beside him.
The sofa dipped slightly, bringing their bodies closer.
He felt the warmth of her thigh brush against his, a subtle, electric contact.
"So," Aiden began, his blue eyes eting hers, "why did you call here?"
Selvaria’s smile widened, a slow, seductive curve of her lips.
She reached out, patting her lap, a playful invitation in her gaze.
"Huh?" Aiden asked.
"What? I am offering you my lap. Or am I too old for you?" Her voice was a soft purr, laced with amusent.
Aiden’s smile faltered for a mont, a flicker of nervous energy in his eyes, then he relaxed.
A slow, easy grin spread across his face. He leaned down, resting his head on her lap.
Her thigh was incredibly soft, a yielding cushion beneath his head.
Almost imdiately, he felt her soft hand in his hair, her fingers gently caressing his scalp, tracing patterns through his white strands.
A mature, almost motherly aura enveloped him, yet beneath it, a subtle current of sothing more primal, more ancient, pulsed.
He could feel the soft weight of her massive breasts pressing against his cheek, the warmth radiating from them, a tantalizing closeness.
The rich scent of her, a blend of incense and sothing uniquely feminine, filled his senses.
"So," Aiden asked again.
She laughed softly, a low, seductive sound that vibrated through him, "Boy... you’re so impatient."
Her smile softened, her gaze tender as she looked down at him. "You t him, didn’t you?" Her voice was a low murmur, barely above a whisper.
Aiden’s eyes widened, his head still nestled in her lap. "Huh? How do you?"
She chuckled, the sound a gentle rumble against his ear. "Ohh... you’re forgetting I was the one who prophesied your coming. It is such a simple thing."
Her fingers continued to weave through his hair, a soothing rhythm.
"Do... you... know everything?" Aiden asked, his voice muffled against her thigh.
She laughed again, a light, airy sound. "Ohh, silly. Not at all. I just knew you would et the leader. I don’t have any details."
Her voice took on a subtly seductive tone, a playful lilt. "Well... it won’t be the case if you fill up."
"Sorry," Aiden said, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "I can’t. Not yet."
She smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "It’s alright."
The next few minutes flowed in comfortable silence, only the soft sound of her fingers in his hair filling the space.
The warmth of her body, the gentle pressure of her breasts against his head, created a cocoon of intimate peace.
"Was it all?" Aiden finally asked, breaking the quiet.
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END OF Chapter : 149 : ETING ELIRA!
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