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The morning after Elena's surrender dawned crisp and clear over Eldoria. Ethan woke in the inn's best room, Mira curled against his left side, her auburn hair spilling across his chest, Elara on his right, her silver-streaked blonde locks tangled with his arm. Lirael had joined them late the previous night, slipping in through a side door with elven stealth — her lithe body now draped half over Mira, a soft smile on her sleeping face.
Four women. Four distinct souls, each claimed in her own way, each bringing something vital to his growing dominion.
Mira stirred first, pressing a kiss to his throat. "Good morning, Master. Did the baroness keep you up late?"
Elena had indeed — returning to the inn after their garden encounter, slipping away from the castle under cover of "rest." She'd spent the night in their bed, riding him slowly while whispering court secrets, her regal composure shattered into breathless begging. By dawn she'd left, promising to arrange a discreet meeting with suspected traitor Lord Kael.
Ethan smiled, fingers tracing Mira's hip. "She delivered. Kael's the link. But we need proof — solid, undeniable."
Elara's eyes opened, gentle blue gaze sharpening. "His wife, Lady Seraphina. Rumors say she knows everything. Beautiful, ambitious, utterly loyal to him… or so the court believes."
Lirael stretched like a cat, emerald eyes gleaming. "Elven intelligence confirms it. Seraphina handles Kael's coded letters. If anyone can break, it's her."
Ethan nodded. "Then we break her. Today."
The plan formed quickly over breakfast. Elena would invite Kael and Seraphina to a "private luncheon" at the castle to discuss "syndicate countermeasures." Kael, arrogant and unsuspecting, would attend. Seraphina would be separated — "women's talk" with Elena — and led to a secluded chamber.
Ethan would be waiting.
Midday arrived. Ethan entered the castle through a servants' passage Elena had mapped. The luncheon hall echoed with false pleasantries — Kael's oily voice praising the baron's vigilance, Vortigern gruff but trusting.
Elena played her role flawlessly, guiding Seraphina away with a smile. "Come, dear. Let the men plot war. We'll take tea in the rose salon."
The rose salon was a sunlit chamber high in a tower — plush divans, fresh flowers, heavy doors that locked from inside. Ethan waited behind a tapestry screen, heart steady.
Seraphina entered — and Ethan's breath caught.
She was stunning. Mid-30s, with porcelain skin, and a figure poured into a tight emerald gown: full, high breasts straining the bodice, narrow waist, wide hips that swayed with confident grace. Her green eyes were sharp, lips full and painted red. Ambition radiated from her like perfume.
Elena closed the door, locking it softly. "Seraphina, we need to talk. About your husband."
Seraphina's smile faltered. "I don't know what you—"
Ethan stepped out.
Seraphina froze, eyes widening at the stranger — tall, powerful, exuding raw dominance. The Free Claim activated instantly, eye contact sealing her fate.
Heat exploded in her core. Nipples hardened painfully against silk. Her pussy clenched, wetness soaking her thighs in seconds.
"What… what is this?" she gasped, hand to her chest.
Ethan approached slowly. "Truth time, Lady Seraphina. We know about the Veilborn. We know Kael's role. Spill everything, and this ends easy."
She tried to resist — backing toward the door, voice trembling. "I'll scream. Guards—"
Elena blocked the door, eyes cold. "Scream. They'll find you begging for his cock instead."
The claim overpowered her. Seraphina's knees buckled. She sank to the rug, thighs rubbing together desperately.
Ethan stood over her. "Strip. Show me what a traitor's wife hides under those fine clothes."
Hands shaking, she obeyed — unlacing the gown, letting it pool. No undergarments. Her body was perfection: full breasts with pale pink nipples, flat stomach, wide hips, and a perfectly waxed pussy already glistening.
"On your knees," Ethan commanded.
She dropped, crawling to him. He freed his massive cock — thick, veiny, throbbing. Her eyes glazed.
"Suck it. Earn your confession."
Seraphina lunged forward, taking him deep — gagging immediately, drool spilling as she bobbed sloppily. She sucked like a woman possessed, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, hands stroking what she couldn't swallow.
Ethan gripped her braids, face-fucking her roughly. "That's it, you treacherous slut. Choke on the cock that's going to ruin you. Your husband's little prick never filled this mouth, did it?"
She moaned around him, pussy squirting on the rug untouched.
He pulled her up, bending her over the divan. Spreading her ass wide, he spat on her holes.
"Beg for it. Beg me to fuck the truth out of you."
"Please… fuck me… pound my married cunt… make me your whore… I'll tell everything!"
He slammed into her — one brutal thrust burying balls-deep. Seraphina screamed, back arching, walls clamping like a vice.
He pounded her mercilessly — hips slapping her ass, making it jiggle red. Each thrust bottomed out, battering her cervix.
"So tight… your husband must be useless. This ambitious pussy was starving."
She sobbed in ecstasy. "Yes! He's weak… you're a god… harder… destroy me!"
He spanked her — hard, stinging slaps that left prints. Thumbed her asshole, pushing in to the knuckle.
She squirted violently — juices splashing his balls, puddling beneath.
He flipped her onto her back, legs over shoulders, folding her deep. Now face-to-face, he hammered her G-spot relentlessly.
"Confess, slut. Every detail."
Between orgasms — she came three times, squirting arcs soaking him — the truth spilled.
"Kael… meets beastkin in the undercity… cell under the old temple… portal ritual in three days… demon lord avatar… aims to kill the baron… blame elves… spark war…"
Ethan growled, speeding up. "Names. Locations."
She babbled everything — safehouses, passwords, syndicate contacts — screaming through another climax.
He pulled her hair, biting her neck. "Cum one more time, traitor whore. Then I fill you."
She shattered — pussy spasming, squirting endlessly as he roared and erupted.
Thick ropes blasted her cervix — flooding her womb, overflowing in creamy rivers. He pumped until spent, grinding deep.
Seraphina lay wrecked, cum leaking, body twitching. "More… please…"
But Ethan pulled out coldly. "No. You're done."
He dressed, nodding to Elena.
The baroness summoned guards. They burst in, finding Seraphina naked, cum-drenched, babbling confessions.
"Arrest her for treason," Elena commanded, voice steel.
Seraphina was dragged away, sobbing — broken, exposed, no longer a threat.
Ethan met the baron in the hall,Kael had already left forr some important work . Ethan gave the intel. Vortigern's face hardened. "We strike tonight. You lead the raid, Ethan. Eldoria owes you everything."
Mira, Elara, and Lirael joined him later — briefed, armed, ready.
The harem stood united: Mira's scouting, Elara's healing, Lirael's magic, Elena's authority.
The undercity temple awaited.
The Veilborn Syndicate's first cell would fall.
To be continued…