Servants scattered like leaves in wind—one dropped a vase, shards tinkling sharp. Whispers flew.
"The Duchess... with sir Aiden? And the lady?" The hall buzzed, but Sabrina didn’t care.
Her pussy ached, soaked from the kiss alone—clit throbbing, thighs slick under her gown. She ground against Aiden’s thigh subtle, chasing friction.
"Aiden, before you go to your nuns.... I want your mouth first... lapping until I cum on your tongue...."
Footsteps echoed from the upper hall—heavy, purposeful.
The doors at the far end swung open. Catherine stord in, her golden hair loose and wild, blue eyes flashing like sumr lightning.
She wore a simple day gown of deep blue silk, but it clung to her curves like a second skin—full breasts straining the fabric, hips swaying with divine grace turned furious.
"What in the hell is this?" Her voice cut the room like a whip, servants freezing mid-escape.
Sabrina stiffened but didn’t let go—her hand still on Aiden’s bulge, squeezing possessive. "Catherine? Not your business, Viscountess. Back off."
Catherine marched forward, face a mask of controlled rage—cheeks flushed, not just anger. —reaching them, shoving between like a wall of light.
Her hand gripped Sabrina’s shoulder—firm, pushing her back. "Get your hands off MY son-in-law. Now."
Aiden raised a brow, arms uncrossing—watching the storm brew with quiet amusent. S
abrina snarled, red eyes narrowing: "Son-in-law? He’s not yours to claim, you winged bitch. Back off before I—"
The slap echoed—Catherine’s palm cracking across Sabrina’s cheek, not hard, but sharp enough to sting. Sabrina reeled, hand flying to her face, red mark blooming. "You—!"
"Enough." Catherine’s voice dropped, steel wrapped in silk—blue eyes locking on Sabrina’s, then flicking to Aiden with a heat she couldn’t hide.
"Where have you been all night, one day your attention fall over like obsession and the next day you’re just gone." She beloud.
She was angry, yes. But her body betrayed her—nipples peaking under silk, a faint tremble in her thighs from his nearness.
’Gods... his eyes... that smile... I can sll him... my pussy’s clenching just standing here.’
But she held firm, stepping closer to Aiden—hand on his arm, possessive. "He’s Flora’s. Our family’s. Not so duchess’s plaything."
Luna gasped—"Aunty... Mother..."—rushing forward, twin-tails flying. But her voice lacked force, golden eyes darting to Aiden with that shy want, cheeks pink.
Footsteps pounded down the stairs—Flora burst into the hall, sword at her hip, violet eyes blazing fury.
Her ceremonial tunic hugged her warrior fra, hair tied back in a tight braid that swung like a lash. "What the hell is going on here?" She scanned the scene—Sabrina rubbing her cheek, Catherine gripping Aiden’s arm, Luna hovering tearful. Servants lted into corners, trays abandoned.
Flora’s gaze hardened on Sabrina first. "You. Hands off my husband." She stepped between them, shoving Sabrina back harder than Catherine had—knight’s strength in the push, sending the duchess stumbling a step.
"Touch him again, and I’ll drag you from this house myself."
Sabrina laughed bitter, red hair slipping from its braid, falling wild around her shoulders. "Your husband? Girl, he’s mine.
Been mine since before you were betrothed. Ask him how many tis he’s literallyfucked senseless—pounding deep until I couldn’t walk. Hell, he Fucked before you, fucked us together..."
Flora’s face paled, then flushed red—violet eyes flashing to Aiden, hurt cracking her voice. "...that was the past aunty. Now. He’s mine, my future Husband."
Aiden sighed, gentle—hand covering Catherine’s on his arm, then reaching for Flora’s. "Let’s cool down girls...at this rate, your mana and aura will erase the servents here..."
They looked around, seeing most of the servents fainting, or half of them already fainted, collapsed on the ground.
Catherine’s grip tightened—’fuck, now I have to share him again...to this whore. Who Only thinks for herself..
He’s mine too... that stretch... that need.’
Her pussy throbbed, traitorous, wetness soaking her smallclothes.
She stepped closer, body brushing his side—enormous breasts grazing his arm. "Flora’s right. Back off, Sabrina. He’s not your toy anymore...he’s family now, our family...."
’MY family..’ Catherine thought.
Sabrina snarled, stepping forward again—ignoring the shove, her hand shooting out to grab Aiden’s collar once more.
"Toy? I never saw Aiden like that.
I love him.
I adore him.
’He’s the only man who’s ever tad —cock so deep I saw stars, making beg like a whore. ’ Sabrina thought.
"You think a woman’s crush changes that?" Her red eyes bored into Flora’s, then Catherine’s—challenge and lust mixing.
"I don’t mind if Join. But he’s staying with for this whole week. No dukedom. No husband. Just us—fucking till dawn, his cum dripping from every hole..." She proclaid, ever so shalessly.
Luna whimpered, golden eyes tearing up again—but she inched closer to Aiden, twin-tails brushing his arm, small hand slipping into his. "Aiden... please... don’t let flora take you, you can marry , I will talk to father, the duke. He will listen..."
Flora drew her sword halfway—steel singing from the sheath, violet eyes steel.
"Say that again, Luna, and you’ll taste Leonidus iron. He’s mine. Our marriage seals it—houses bound, beds shared. Not yours to fucking steal."
Catherine nodded, hand sliding to Aiden’s waist—possessive, her body heat pressing close, full breasts soft against his side.
"And if you push, Sabrina... rember the skies. I’ve fallen for him once. I’ll drag you down with if I have to....I will do anything, anything to keep him in the house of leonidus."
Catherine voice dropped husky, just for him—lips brushing his ear: "But later... upstairs... show why I fell. Deep. Make quake again...your paynt for vanishing last night."
Aiden chuckled low, pulling all three closer—arms around Flora and Catherine, hand gentle on Luna’s.
"Ladies... enough blades and threats. Sabrina... stay if you want. But the rules are mine. Flora’s my wife. That’s final.
And don’t worry, my dear flora will try to keep to herself, but she knows in heart, she can’t handle all alone. And Sabrina, Luna, you will have your opening."
Flora turned to Aiden, her hands beating his chest softly. Yes, she knew he was telling the truth but the truth didn’t need to be said aloud.
"Why are you like this Aiden...?"
"Flora my love, please, you already know , understand , but don’t worry I will give you....
Privileged wife treatnt..." Aiden whispered.
Sabrina’s red eyes softened—just a flicker—lust winning over rage. She licked her lips, hand trailing down his chest.
"Fine... your rules. But I get first taste. That cock... mine to ride till I can’t walk."
Flora sheathed her sword slow, violet eyes narrowing—but heat sparked there too, glancing at Catherine.
"... fine. In the end, he will be MY husband."
Catherine smiled faint, fingers tracing his hip ’We’ll see.’
Luna blushed deep, twin-tails hiding her face— but she nodded shy, golden eyes peeking up needy. "I’m okay until Aiden takes too ....that’s all I want...."
Servants fled the hall, doors slamming. Aiden led them up the stairs—won flanking him, hands brushing, scents mixing—jasmine, steel, silk.
The week’s schedule open—debauchery’s promise.
It will be hard to manage these lionesses but he will ta them, but....
[Sister Elara is being chard]
[Sister Liora is being chard]
’ohh....amber already got two. Ohh....Tonight is really going to be a busy....’ Aiden thought. His tongue licking his lips in lustful slick..
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