Chapter 603 – It’s Not What It Looks Like
The room didn’t breathe.
Everything stilled.
Even the air changed. Thickened. Heated. The shattered remains of the balcony glass glinted like fallen stars around their bare feet, glittering across the carpet as if the universe itself had politely decided to break and enter.
And there Lux and Rava were.
Still tangled.
Still flushed.
Still joined.
Rava’s cunt still held Lux’s cock inside her like a living vice of heat and bad decisions. Her legs straddled him, her robe sowhere on the floor, her breasts still heaving and glistening with sweat. His seed leaked from between her thighs, obvious, indecent, fresh, and the rope binding his arms above his head only made it so much worse.
The three goddesses stopped in their tracks.
And then... blinked.
Celestaria’s brows slowly lifted.
Selena’s lips parted in a silent "oh."
Solara made a noise. It might have been a gasp or a laugh or a holy shit, but it ca out choked, sharp, and mortally flustered.
Their faces all flushed.
Hard.
Rava’s blood drained straight from her soul and then exploded back into her face. Her mouth moved but her brain didn’t. She scrambled for a word. Any word. Her hips still on his. His cock still inside her. Inside. Goddesses. Divine. Witnessing. Penetration.
Her life flashed before her eyes.
Lux, of course, didn’t even flinch.
"Uh," he said casually, like he wasn’t actively balls deep in a kraken noble while tied to his own bed. "She can explain."
"Lux!" Rava hissed, scandalized, body seizing with humiliation as she instinctively tried to sink into his chest and vanish.
"It’s not what it looks like!" she said quickly, too quickly, voice cracking as she lifted her hands.
"Yes, it is," Lux said helpfully.
"Lux—!"
Celestaria coughed delicately into her hand. Her halo flickered.
"Do we need to co back another ti?" she asked, too composed for the nuclear level awkwardness unfolding before her.
"No need," Lux replied cheerfully, tilting his head toward the ceiling. "Get in. I’m bored. I’m fine with an orgy."
Rava’s soul left her body.
Her mouth dropped open. Her brain screeched. "What?!"
Lux gave her that grin, the one with too much innocence, not enough sha, and way too many bad ideas behind it.
"In the spirit of diplomacy, obviously," he added.
Celestaria blinked. Slowly.
"We don’t want that," she said firmly, like a teacher denying a kindergartener an espresso shot.
"We just ca to talk," Selena said gently, though her ears were visibly red, her eyes still darting down to the curve of Rava’s thighs and back up again like they weren’t even trying to be subtle.
"Again," Solara muttered, clearly flustered, rubbing her temple like this was sohow her fault.
Lux shrugged as best he could. "Then co in. Just... pardon my condition."
"Wait!" Rava blurted, and finally, disentangled herself. Her thighs were sticky. Her legs wobbled. She stumbled off Lux’s hips like she was walking out of a trance and directly into a war council.
"I will cover up! And him too!" she squeaked.
Lux made a soft sound of disappointnt. "Aw..."
Rava gasped, not because of the sound, but because he was still hard. His cock stood proud, gleaming, shaless, and if a single goddess so much as glanced down...
No. No. Nope. Not happening.
She yanked her robe off the floor, throwing it over herself so fast she nearly elbowed a lamp. Then she spun and grabbed one of the silk bedsheets, well, half of one, since it was torn from earlier writhing, and wrapped it around Lux’s waist like she was putting a diaper on a feral CEO.
"Hold still."
"I can’t move."
"Good. Then don’t wiggle!"
"Why are you blushing more than them?"
"I am NOT!"
"You’re trembling."
"That’s your fault!"
She threw his discarded button up over his chest and scrambled to the balcony doors, praying her legs weren’t still shaking from round one.
They were.
She opened the door.
The wards buzzed softly, an ethereal sound, like a magical lockbox politely recognizing new entries. The instant the barrier collapsed, the divine energy rushed in like a warm breeze, brushing against her skin like starlight and sha.
The three goddesses stepped in.
Gracefully.
Perfectly.
As if they hadn’t just walked in on the most scandalous post coital incubus in bondage scene in mortal history.
Lux looked up at them with that lopsided, fake innocent smile he wore to board etings and seduction auctions.
"Welco to my bedroom," he said brightly.
Rava’s blush deepened.
Because this wasn’t the first ti.
This wasn’t even the first accidental intrusion.
They had visited once before. Quietly. Secretly. After the bounty. After Zoltarin’s sches. When Lux was nearly dead and the whole house was on lockdown.
The three goddesses hadn’t reported it.
Hadn’t told the Virtues.
Hadn’t told anyone.
Because if word got out that the real Lux Vaelthorn, the half-blood prince of Greed and Lust, CFO of the Hell Central Bank, broker of over a thousand infernal contracts, was tied to his own bed and couldn’t even lift a spoon, half the realms would co for him with blades and bounty contracts.
And worse?
Not everyone wanted him dead.
So just wanted to own him.
Rava had overheard the whispers.
The way the Virtues danced around his na in every political eting.
The way the Sins refused to admit they were worried.
So yeah.
The goddesses had seen him.
Seen him sick. Seen him broken.
And they’d lied about it.
Because knowing the truth? Made them a liability too.
Celestaria glanced at the ropes. Still around his wrists. Still knotted in ancient infernal sigils that even Rava couldn’t untie.
"I see your condition hasn’t changed," she said lightly.
Lux smiled. "I upgraded my restraints."
Selena gave him a look. "That rope belongs to Sira, not you."
He wiggled his fingers slightly. "Well... We’re going for the slow recovery arc. Character developnt, you know."
"Your character arc involves being tied up and spoiled by kraken won?"
"Excuse ," Rava said loudly, "this kraken woman is right here just trying to clean him up, but then he seduced ."
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