Chapter 150: Chapter : 150 : Revealing The Other Part Of The Prophecy!

She smiled softly, her violet eyes twinkling. “Well… there’s actually another thing I wanted to tell you. Though my daughter told me otherwise.”

“What?” Aiden asked, turning his head on her lap, facing her.

His eyes, though, were met not with her face directly, but with the overwhelming landscape of her massive bosom, the generous swell of her boobs rising above him like twin mountains.

The golden cross nestled between them seemed to glow.

“Well… there’s another prophecy. I came to know of it when my sweet daughter was born.”

“And… what is it?” Aiden asked, his gaze still fixed on the mesmerizing expanse of her chest.

“Well… you two are going to be together.”

“Wait… Really?” Aiden asked, surprise lacing his voice.

He pushed himself up slightly, his elbows propping him up on her thighs, bringing his face closer to hers, though his eyes still occasionally strayed to the captivating valley between her breasts.

She nodded, her silver hair swaying. “Hmm… And she seems to be very fond of you. She has been asking all about you when she heard you were real. But… she is too shy to tell you herself.”

Aiden smiled, a genuine warmth radiating from him. “Ma’am… don’t worry. If we’re supposed to be together. If our destiny says we will for each other. Then know this. I will always keep her happy.”

Selvaria listened, her violet eyes wide, a soft, satisfied smile blooming on her face. “Boy… aren’t you charming.”

Aiden’s smile widened. “I try.”

“Well… get up now. Your wives might be thinking we’re doing something lewd.” She said, her voice teasing and seductive.

He smiled nervously, pulling himself up from her lap. “Knowing them, that might be true.”

As he stood, she leaned in, her soft lips brushing against his forehead, a light, tender kiss.

As she broke the kiss, he stood there, a little dumbfounded, his hand instinctively touching his forehead.

“That was a little good luck kiss from your future mother-in-law,” She purred, her eyes sparkling.

“T-thanks, I guess,” Aiden mumbled, still a little surprised.

Then, with a sudden, playful motion, she wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him forward, his face burying into the soft, yielding expanse of her massive boobs.

He was instantly suffocated by the plush, warm flesh, the scent of her filling his nostrils. “Don’t be so shy, boy. This isn’t something new for you.”

Her laughter, deep and throaty, vibrated through her chest, a delightful tremor against his face.

Selvaria released him, a triumphant smirk on her face. Aiden, still a little disoriented, smoothed his hair

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The muffled sounds of his wives’ continued chatter grew louder as they approached the chapel doors.

Aiden pushed open the heavy doors.

The sight that greeted him made him blink, then a wide, genuine smile spread across his face.

His wives, all of them, stood in a radiant semi-circle, transformed.

Each wore a wedding dress, shimmering and unique, tailored to their distinct forms.

Luna, her black wolf ears perked, was a vision in a flowing ivory gown that accentuated her curves.

The fabric hugged her ample breasts, pushing them up, and then flowed gracefully over her burgeoning belly, hinting at the new life within. Her black tail, swished behind her.

Lysandra, regal as ever, wore a gown of shimmering silk.

The dress had a high neckline, but the fabric stretched taut across her chest, emphasizing her full, round breasts.

It flowed elegantly over her hips, hinting at the subtle swell of her own pregnant belly.

Thristle, mischievous even in white, donned a dress that was both playful and alluring.

The fabric, a soft lace, clung to her breasts and slender waist, then flared out, accentuating her hips.

Her violet hair was adorned with tiny white flowers, and her red skin glowed against the pristine white.

Arisha, shy but breathtaking, wore a gown that shimmered with subtle golden embroidery.

The dress, though modest in cut, strained against her heavy breasts, making them appear even more bountiful.

It flowed dramatically over her wide hips and strong thighs, a testament to her powerful form.

Nyxion, sleek and dangerous, was draped in a form-fitting gown of pure white, cut to emphasize her flawless dark skin.

The fabric hugged her full, heavy breasts, and then cascaded down, highlighting the dramatic curve of her wide hips and thick thighs.

Her black hair was woven with strands of silver, and her black tail, sleek and powerful, trailed behind her.

Selvara, Aiden’s demon wife, looked utterly divine.

Her white gown was daring, with a plunging neckline that showcased the impressive swell of her huge breasts, the tattoo on her chest visible.

The dress clung to her body, emphasizing her massive hips and pale white skin.

Her dark demon wings, usually folded, were spread slightly, and her twin obsidian horns gleamed above her white hair.

Venya, a vision of molten grace, wore a gown that shimmered with an inner glow, echoing the faint red vein-like patterns on her pale skin.

The dress, a rich cream, highlighted her big, proud breasts and flowed over her wide hips and strong thighs, revealing the subtle scales.

Her crimson hair was adorned with delicate white blossoms, and her long, spined tail, tipped with white, curled elegantly.

Serica, radiating dangerous allure, wore a slinky white gown that seemed to be made of moonlight and shadows.

The fabric clung to her perfect breasts and curving hips, the serpent tattoos on her skin shimmering beneath the lace.

Her golden, slit-pupiled eyes gleamed with excitement.

Varra, a goddess of the sea, was breathtaking in a gown of shimmering white silk that flowed like water.

The dress accentuated her heavy, proud bust and narrow waist, then cascaded over her shapely hips and glowing thighs.

Her silvery hair was adorned with pearls, and her aquamarine eyes sparkled.

Xylendra, shy but stunning, wore a gown that embraced her ample curves, the fabric stretching across her massive breasts and full hips.

Her purple skin, was now a vibrant contrast against the white.

Her silver hair was adorned with delicate white flowers.

Valeforia, her twin, wore a similar gown, but hers was embellished with intricate red embroidery that matched her mulled wine red hair.

Her massive boobs and hips were equally emphasized, and her golden eyes sparkled with playful excitement.

Aethoniel, the ant girl, looked surprisingly ethereal in a gown that shimmered with subtle golden threads, mirroring the streaks on her black skin.

The dress hugged her massive breasts and hips, and her crimson antennae, usually vibrant, were now softened with delicate white netting.

Her wings, wide and shimmering, were adorned with tiny white beads.

Even Vegia, her maroon hair brushed neatly, wore a simple white dress that, despite her usual reluctance, highlighted her large, full breasts and curvy hips.

Zerra, the mischievous goblin, sported a short, playful white dress, her small breasts and round hips looking surprisingly cute, her green hair adorned with a tiny white bow.

Ivy stood a little apart, a soft smile on her lips, holding Leona, who looked up at the spectacle with wide, innocent eyes.

Fluffynugget, a ball of fluff, hovered happily beside them.

“Oh, my,” Selvaria breathed, her hand going to her own chest, her eyes wide with nostalgic delight. “Look at them. Reminds me of my own wedding day.”

Aiden felt a warmth spread through him, a joy so profound it made his chest ache.

He looked down at his clothes, and with a soft shimmer, his casual attire transformed into a perfectly tailored groom’s suit, pristine white and sharp.

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“Oh, Master, you look so handsome!” Luna cried, her eyes shining.

“My King, you’re magnificent!” Thristle added, a playful smirk on her face.

“Sir, you look very distinguished,” Lysandra stated, a soft blush on her cheeks.

Aiden walked to the front, taking his place before the altar.

Elira, her face still flushed, sat beside Ivy, a hint of envy in her dark eyes as she watched the scene unfold.

Selvaria stepped forward, her regal presence filling the space. “We are gathered here today to witness a union of hearts, a sacred bond that transcends all boundaries.” Her voice, rich and melodious, filled the chapel.

His wives stood before him, a breathtaking line of beauty.

Luna and Lysandra both gently cupped their bellies, their eyes soft with maternal love, a silent testament to the new lives growing within them.

“Sir Aiden,” Selvaria began, her gaze sweeping over them all, “do you take these women to be your lawfully wedded wives, to cherish and protect, in sickness and in health, for all eternity?”

“I do,” Aiden’s voice was firm, unwavering, filled with absolute certainty.

Selvaria turned to the women. “And do you, my dear daughters, take Aiden to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and honor, in joy and in sorrow, for all eternity?”

A chorus of “I do!” resonated through the chapel, each voice unique, each filled with devotion.

“Before we seal this union with a kiss,” Selvaria announced, her eyes twinkling, “are there any vows, any promises, you wish to exchange?”

“I have a few things, My King needs to promise,” Thristle interjected, stepping forward, her violet eyes gleaming with mischief.

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END OF Chapter : 150 : REVEALING THE OTHER PART OF THE PROPHECY!

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