Chapter 267: Chapter : 267 : A Loosing Battle!

The colosseum’s tiered galleries filled slowly—commoners clustering on the left side in loose, excited groups, nobles taking the right in stiff, separated rows. The concrete benches were hard and sun-warmed, the open sky above a perfect blue dome, the sand-strewn arena floor below shimmering with faint mana residue from preparatory spells. High stone walls rose around them, carved with ancient battle scenes, empty spectator boxes waiting for future crowds. A faint breeze carried the scent of dust and hot rock.

Commoners sat in animated knots—knees pulled up, elbows on thighs, voices overlapping in a constant buzz.

Across the divide, nobles sat in rigid silence—postures perfect, faces pale.

Up in the highest gallery—far from both groups—Aiden sat alone on a wide stone bench, legs spread casually.

Nyxion and Selvara flanked him on left and right—his arms draped over their shoulders, hands resting just above the swell of their breasts.

Luna perched sideways on his lap—facing him, arms looped around his neck, cheek pressed to his chest, tail swishing contentedly.

Behind him stood the rest of his wives in a loose protective semicircle: Thristle cracking her knuckles, Venya rumbling softly, Valeforia and Xylendra mirroring each other, Lysandra calm, Vegia fidgeting, Aethoniel peeking nervously, Zerra bouncing on her toes.

Liana sat right behind them—legs dangling over the edge of the bench, chin in her hands.

“They didn’t let the slaves come with us,” she murmured, pouting. “I’m missing Ava already.”

Lysandra reached over and patted her shoulder gently. “You can meet her after this. In the meantime… talk to us.”

Liana sighed dramatically but nodded. “Alright.”

Aiden, meanwhile, was fighting a losing battle with his hands.

His palms hovered—agonizingly close—above Nyxion’s left breast and Selvara’s right. The uniform fabric stretched tight over soft, heavy curves. He could feel the heat radiating off them, the faint rise and fall with every breath.

*System,* he thought, *can you please create some kind of illusion so no outsider sees what we’re doing?*

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[AFFIRMATIVE]

[VALE INITIATED]

NOTE: A VALE HAS BEEN SET AROUND YOU. OUTSIDERS WILL ONLY SEE NORMAL TALKING AND MOVEMENT.

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“Great,” Aiden murmured under his breath.

His smirk turned dark—predatory.

His hands descended.

He cupped Selvara’s right breast and Nyxion’s left—firmly, possessively—palms molding over the full, soft weight through their uniforms.

Selvara yelped—sharp, startled—but didn’t pull away. “Baka… not here…”

“Yes…” Nyxion moaned instantly, arching into his touch. “Heart Lord… play with them…”

Luna—not to be outdone—pressed closer, lips finding his neck in soft, needy kisses. “Master…”

“Don’t worry, dear,” Aiden murmured against Luna’s ear, thumb circling Selvara’s nipple through fabric. “No one sees us doing this.”

“T-That doesn’t make it right,” Selvara protested—voice trembling, cheeks beet-red—but her hips shifted, pressing her breast harder into his palm.

“Oohh… Selvara…” Nyxion teased, voice husky. “Come on. You love it.”

“Shut up,” Selvara cried—mortified—but her nipple hardened instantly under Aiden’s thumb.

Aiden tugged at the ribbons of their uniforms—tugging them open with slow, deliberate pulls. Buttons slipped free one by one. Fabric parted. Creamy cleavage spilled into view—black lace bras straining against massive breasts, nipples stiff and visible through the thin material.

His hands slid inside—palms cupping bare flesh now—squeezing, kneading, thumbs flicking swollen peaks.

Selvara and Nyxion moaned in unison—soft, needy sounds muffled against his shoulders.

“Heart Lord… more…” Nyxion begged, hips rocking subtly.

“Don’t you dare stop now,” Selvara hissed—threatening, desperate—cheeks burning crimson.

Liana—leaning forward from behind—whispered, “Ohh… he’s a real pervert.”

Lysandra chuckled softly. “He’s going to get a nice beating from me someday.”

Nayla licked her lips—voice dripping seduction. “Ohh… that’s so hot. I want to be beside our husband.”

Valeforia’s eyes darkened—watching intently. She bit her lip hard.

Her gaze slid sideways—to her older sister Xylendra sitting beside her, staring down at the stage where Elowen and Mira were explaining rules.

Valeforia’s hand moved—slow, deliberate—sliding onto Xylendra’s thigh.

Xylendra yelped—soft, startled. “Va-Chan… not here…”

Valeforia grinned—dark, hungry. “Onee-chan…”

Her fingers trailed higher—slipping beneath the skirt, brushing lace panties.

A soft whimper escaped Xylendra’s lips as Valeforia’s fingertips pressed against her pussy through the thin fabric.

“Eww… are they really gonna…?” Liana whispered—half horrified, half fascinated.

Valeforia tugged the panties aside—fingers sliding through slick folds, finding her clit and circling slowly.

Xylendra moaned—quiet, broken—hips jerking. “Va… Va-Chan…”

Valeforia leaned in—lips brushing her ear. “You’re already so wet, Onee-chan. Watching them made you this wet?”

Xylendra’s hand flew to her mouth—muffling another moan.

Valeforia guided Xylendra’s hand—sliding it beneath her own skirt, pressing it against her soaked panties.

“Onee-chan… please. Make me feel good too.”

Xylendra hesitated—then obeyed. Her fingers slipped inside Valeforia’s panties—finding her clit, rubbing in slow, shaky circles.

Valeforia’s fingers curled deeper inside Xylendra’s slick heat, thumb circling her swollen clit with merciless precision. Xylendra’s thighs trembled, her breath hitching into soft, broken whimpers she tried—and failed—to muffle against her sister’s shoulder.

“Shhh, Onee-chan,” Valeforia purred, lips brushing the shell of Xylendra’s ear. “You’re dripping all over my hand. So greedy for it.”

Xylendra’s own fingers faltered for a second—then pushed back inside Valeforia’s soaked cunt, matching the rhythm thrust for thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of their mutual fingering were barely covered by the distant roar of the crowd below. Valeforia’s hips rocked forward, chasing the pressure; Xylendra’s back arched, breasts heaving beneath her uniform.

“Va… Va-chan—!” Xylendra gasped, voice cracking as Valeforia crooked her fingers against that perfect spot. A gush of slick coated Valeforia’s wrist.

“That’s it,” Valeforia hissed, voice dark and loving. “Cum for me, Onee-chan. Let me feel you squeeze my fingers.”

Xylendra shattered first—head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream as her walls clamped down hard, fluttering wildly. Her orgasm soaked Valeforia’s palm, dripping down her trembling thighs.

The sight—her sister’s flushed face, parted lips, the way her body shook—tipped Valeforia over the edge. She buried her face in Xylendra’s neck, biting down softly as her own climax ripped through her. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around Xylendra’s fingers, slick pulsing out in hot waves.

They clung to each other—panting, shaking—foreheads pressed together as aftershocks rolled through them.

Valeforia kissed the bite mark she’d left. “Good girl,” she whispered.

Xylendra could only whimper in reply—too wrecked to speak.

Selvara’s breath hitched as her own fingers slipped beneath her skirt—finding the soaked lace of her panties already clinging to her swollen folds. She pushed the fabric aside, middle finger circling her clit in slow, needy strokes. The pleasure hit her like a shockwave—sharp, electric—making her thighs quiver against Aiden’s side.

“Fuck… Baka…” she hissed under her breath, cheeks flaming, but her hips rolled forward anyway, chasing the pressure of her own touch. Her free hand gripped Aiden’s shoulder—nails digging in—as she rubbed faster, slick sounds barely muffled by the vale.

Nyxion wasn’t far behind. Her fluffy tail curled tightly around Aiden’s thigh as she hiked her own skirt, fingers diving straight into her dripping cunt. She moaned low—shameless—two fingers plunging deep while her thumb ground hard against her clit.

“Heart Lord…” she whimpered, pressing her face into his neck, inhaling his scent like a drug. “Watch me… watch your wife cum for you…”

Aiden’s cock throbbed visibly against his pants—thick outline straining the fabric.

Luna—still straddling his lap—looked up at him with big, pleading puppy eyes. “Master… kiss me?”

He didn’t hesitate.

His mouth crashed down on hers—deep, possessive, tongue sliding in to claim every soft corner. Luna melted instantly—moaning into the kiss, hips grinding down on his hardness as her hands clutched his shirt.

The kiss broke wetly. Luna’s lips were swollen, eyes glassy with lust.

Without a word she slid down his body—kneeling between his spread thighs on the stone. Her fingers found his zipper—tugging it down with eager little pulls. His massive cock sprang free—thick, veined, already leaking at the tip.

Liana—leaning over from behind—let out a choked whisper. “That’s… huge.”

Luna didn’t wait for permission. She wrapped both hands around the base—barely able to circle it—and took the head into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled greedily around the slit, tasting pre-cum as she sucked—cheeks hollowing. One hand pumped the shaft in slow, firm strokes while the other slipped between her own thighs—rubbing frantic circles over her clit through her soaked panties.

“Mmmph…” she moaned around his length, vibrations humming through him.

Selvara’s fingers sped up—rubbing her clit in tight, desperate circles. “Shit—shit—gonna cum…”

Nyxion matched her—fingers plunging deep, thumb grinding her clit hard. “Heart Lord—watch—watch me—!”

Aiden groaned—low, rough—hips twitching as Luna bobbed faster, taking more of him with every pass. Her throat fluttered around the head; saliva dripped down her chin. Her own fingers rubbed her clit furiously—small, needy whimpers muffled by cock.

Selvara came first—back arching, thighs clamping around her hand as her pussy spasmed. “B-Baka—! Cumming—!”

Nyxion followed seconds later—walls fluttering hard around her fingers, slick gushing over her palm. “Heart Lord—! Yes—!”

The sight—his two girls trembling through orgasm—tipped Aiden over.

He growled—hand squeezed their boobs—and came.

Thick ropes flooded her mouth—hot, heavy. Luna swallowed greedily—gulping down every spurt—while her own climax hit. Her fingers pressed hard against her clit; her whole body shook, muffled moans vibrating around his cock as she came with him still in her mouth.

When he finally pulled free—cock slick and softening—Luna licked her lips, grinning up at him with dazed, adoring eyes.

“Good girl,” Aiden murmured, thumb brushing her cheek.

Behind them, Liana stared—wide-eyed, cheeks flushed. “Holy shit…”

Selvara and Nyxion slumped against Aiden’s sides—panting, fingers still wet, faces flushed with satisfaction.

The vale held.

Below, on the stage, two figures stood face to face.

A commoner girl—nervous, fists clenched.

A noble boy—smirking, arrogant.

Elowen’s voice rang out—cold, final.

“First duel begins… now.”

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END OF Chapter : 267 : A LOOSING BATTLE!

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