Chapter 210: Chapter : 210 : Sovereign’s First Night!

The bedroom was quiet except for the soft crackle of the hearth and the occasional sigh of wind against the tall arched windows.

The bed was enormous—wide enough for the entire harem to sprawl across without ever touching, yet tonight every inch of it was occupied.

Lysandra, Luna, Selvara, Serica, Vaara, Aethoniel, Xylendra, Valeforia, Zerra, Vegia, Venya, Edda, Thristle, Nyxion and Arisha were all there—curled on their sides, backs turned, breathing slow and even, pretending to sleep.

Some were better actors than others. Luna’s tail occasionally flicked. Thristle’s smirk never fully disappeared. Edda’s fingers twitched against the sheets like she was still kneading dough in her dreams.

In the very center, Aiden hovered above Nayla on braced forearms, knees bracketing her wide hips.

She wore a milky white nightgown tonight—thin silk that clung like liquid.

The neckline plunged scandalously low, framing the impossible swell of her breasts and leaving most of her cleavage bare to the warm firelight. Every slow breath she took made the fabric strain, dark nipples faintly visible through the sheer material.

He dipped his head and brushed a teasing kiss along the edge of her jaw, then another just below her ear.

Nayla arched subtly, crimson eyes half-lidded, lips parted on a soft exhale.

“You’re cruel,” she murmured, voice already husky. “Teasing me like this after making me wait through an entire dinner…”

Aiden chuckled low against her throat, teeth grazing sensitive skin without biting.

“I waited centuries in a dungeon,” she continued, fingers sliding up his bare back, nails dragging lightly. “but those few hours felt like torture.”

He lifted his head just enough to meet her gaze.

“I think you like the torture, Nayla.”

Her lips curved—slow, wicked.

“Maybe.”

He kissed her then—deep and unhurried, tongue sliding against hers in lazy strokes that made her moan into his mouth.

One of his hands finally drifted down, cupping the underside of one massive breast through the thin silk.

Even through the fabric he could feel how heavy she was, how warm, how perfectly full.

Nayla broke the kiss with a soft gasp when his thumb brushed over her nipple—already stiff and straining against the sheer material.

She glanced sideways toward the edges of the bed, where fifteen other women lay motionless, pretending.

“Why…” she breathed, “…are they all here, sleep? Instead of trying take you for themsleves?”

Aiden smiled against her collarbone, pressing another open-mouthed kiss there.

“House rule,” he murmured. “They’re allowed to stay… but they’re not allowed to disturb.”

He kissed lower, following the plunging neckline of her nightgown, lips tracing the inner curve of her breast where silk met sapphire skin.

He continued, voice rougher now. “But after you… I am going to fuck one after another. Every night. All of them. Every single day, including you.”

Nayla’s breath hitched when he nipped lightly at the upper swell of her breast.

“And if they break the rule?” she asked, voice teasing but genuinely curious.

Aiden lifted his head again, eyes dark with amusement.

“Then I skip her that night. No matter how much she begs.”

Nayla’s eyes widened fractionally.

Then she laughed—low, throaty, delighted.

“You’re cruel, Husband.”

He grinned, shameless.

“I know.”

He kissed her again—harder this time, claiming. Nayla moaned openly into his mouth, hands sliding into his hair, tugging him closer.

When they parted she was panting lightly, pupils blown wide.

She glanced once more at the ring of sleeping wives.

“They’re really going to lie there and listen?” she whispered, half-laughing, half-aroused.

“Mm-hm,” Aiden hummed against her throat. “And suffer beautifully.”

Nayla bit her lip.

“Then make it worth their suffering.”

Aiden’s hands moved to the thin straps of her nightgown.

He slid them down her shoulders slowly—deliberately.

The silk whispered as it fell, pooling around her waist and exposing her breasts completely.

They spilled free—heavy, impossibly round, dark nipples already flushed and aching from his earlier teasing. The firelight painted her sapphire skin in warm gold, making every curve gleam.

Aiden exhaled roughly.

“God…”

He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth.

Nayla’s back bowed off the mattress with a sharp, throaty moan.

“A-Aiden—!”

He sucked gently at first—then harder, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.

Her fingers tightened in his hair.

“More,” she demanded breathlessly. “More”

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same slow, torturous attention while his hand kneaded the first—lifting, squeezing, thumb flicking over the wet nipple he’d just left.

Nayla writhed beneath him, thighs pressing together instinctively.

“You’re so sensitive here,” he murmured against her skin, voice vibrating through her. “I’ve barely started.”

She laughed—half moan, half challenge.

“Then do something about it.”

Aiden sat back on his heels, eyes raking down her body.

The nightgown had fallen completely open now, pooled around her waist like spilled ink. Her stomach was soft yet taut, the golden lotus sigil beneath her navel glowing faintly with every quick breath.

Her hips flared dramatically—wide, plush, made for gripping.

He gathered the remaining silk and pushed it upward, baring her completely.

She was glistening already—slick, swollen, dark folds flushed and parted slightly.

Aiden groaned at the sight.

“Look at you…” he rasped. “Already dripping for me.”

Nayla bit her lower lip, eyes glittering.

“I’ve been wet since the ascension,” she confessed shamelessly. “Every time you looked at me during dinner… every time your hand brushed mine… I could feel it pooling between my thighs.”

He leaned down and dragged his tongue in one long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit.

Nayla cried out—sharp, needy.

“Aiden—!”

He did it again—slower.

Her hips bucked.

“Fuck— please—”

He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing, never quite giving her what she wanted.

“You taste like sin,” he growled against her. “Sweet. Hot. Mine.”

Nayla’s hands fisted the sheets.

“Then take what’s yours,” she panted. “Stop playing and fuck me.”

Aiden lifted his head, lips shiny with her.

“Not yet.”

He crawled back up her body, kissing every inch he passed—her navel, the underside of each breast, the hollow of her throat.

When he settled between her thighs again, his cock—hard, thick, leaking—rested heavy against her mound.

Nayla reached down immediately, wrapping long fingers around him.

He hissed.

She stroked once—slow, firm.

“Gods, you’re big,” she purred. “I can’t wait to feel this stretch me open.”

Aiden caught her wrist, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing her palm.

“Soon.”

He rolled them suddenly—Nayla now on top, straddling his hips.

She gasped at the shift, breasts swaying heavily with the motion.

Aiden sat up, hands sliding to her waist, then higher—cupping both breasts and squeezing.

“Look at these,” he murmured, thumbs brushing over her nipples. “So full… so heavy… made to be worshipped.”

Nayla arched into his touch, moaning.

“Then worship them.”

He did—mouth on one, hand on the other, sucking and kneading while she rocked against his cock, coating him in her slickness.

The friction was maddening.

When he finally pulled back, her nipples were dark, swollen, glistening.

Nayla’s eyes were glassy with want.

She slid down his body slowly—deliberate.

Aiden watched, breathing hard, as she settled between his thighs.

Her midnight hair spilled over his hips like ink.

She wrapped both hands around his shaft—barely able to close her fingers around the girth.

“Fuck…” she whispered, almost reverent. “Look at you.”

She leaned forward, tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum at the tip.

Aiden groaned—deep, guttural.

Nayla smiled up at him—wicked, triumphant.

“I think…” she purred, lips brushing the head, “…it’s my turn to tease.”

She took just the tip into her mouth—sucking lightly, tongue swirling.

Aiden’s head fell back.

“Nayla—”

She hummed around him—vibrating.

Then slowly—agonizingly—she began to take more.

Inch by inch.

Nayla’s crimson eyes stayed locked on Aiden’s as she took him deeper—slow, deliberate, torturously unhurried.

Her lips stretched wide around his thick shaft, the wet heat of her mouth enveloping him inch by velvet inch. She didn’t rush. She savored.

Every time the swollen head nudged the back of her throat, she paused—hollowed her cheeks and sucked gently, letting her tongue swirl in lazy, obscene circles around the underside.

Then she’d pull back just as slowly, letting him feel every ridge of her palate, every flutter of her tongue, until only the tip remained cradled between her plush lips.

A long, glistening string of saliva connected her mouth to his cock when she finally let him slip free for a heartbeat.

She licked her lips, slow and deliberate, tasting him.

“Fuck… you’re delicious,” she purred, voice thick and husky. “Thick. Hot. Pulsing against my tongue like you’re already begging to fill my throat.”

Aiden’s fingers tightened in the sheets. His abs flexed hard, hips twitching upward on instinct.

Nayla smiled wickedly, then leaned in again—this time dragging the flat of her tongue from base to tip in one long, languid stroke.

She traced every vein, every ridge, worshipping him like he was sacred.

When she reached the head she flicked the slit with the very tip of her tongue, collecting the fresh bead of precum that had welled up.

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END OF Chapter : 210 : SOVEREIGN’S FIRST NIGHT!

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