Adea exhaled sharply as she finished her cultivation session, her body tingling with the residual energy of her wind movement technique. The air around her shimmered faintly, a testament to her progress. She stretched, her long, elven limbs arching gracefully as she smiled to herself. She had finally mastered the technique, and the satisfaction of it coursed through her like a cool breeze. But as the rush of her achievement settled, she noticed something—or rather, the absence of something.
Ramla and Nea… where are they? Her sharp elven senses picked up on the stillness of the palace, the usual hum of her sisters' presence conspicuously missing. She frowned, her brows knitting together. And Jason… he was nowhere to be found either. A flicker of unease stirred in her chest, though she quickly brushed it aside. Surely, they were just somewhere else in the palace. But the thought nagged at her, tugging at the edges of her curiosity.
She moved through the halls with the grace of her lineage, her footsteps silent against the polished marble floors. The palace was vast, but she knew its layout intimately. Her long strides carried her toward the main chamber, where the air seemed to carry the faintest hint of… something. Something warm, something heavy, something that made her pulse quicken without her understanding why.
As she approached the grand doors of the main chamber, she paused. The faint sound of moaning reached her ears, low and breathless, and her sharp intake of breath was almost audible. Her heart thudded in her chest as she pushed the doors open, her eyes widening at the scene before her.
Jason. He was there, his muscular frame glistening with sweat as he moved with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. Beneath him, Ramla arched her back, her voluptuous body trembling with every thrust of Jason's hips. Her long deep blue hair fanned out beneath her, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she moaned softly. But it wasn't just Ramla who held Adea's attention.
Beside Jason, Nea was perched on the edge of the bed, her petite form pressed against him. Her lips were locked with his in a heated kiss, her small hands gripping his shoulders as if she were trying to anchor herself. Her deep blue hair fell in loose waves around her face, and her eyes were closed, her expression one of utter bliss.
Adea stood frozen in the doorway, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. A wave of emotions crashed over her—envy, jealousy, and something deeper, something she couldn't quite name. Her cheeks flushed as she watched them, her elven grace momentarily forgotten. She should leave. She knew she should leave. But her feet seemed rooted to the spot, her eyes unable to look away.
Jason's head turned slightly, his gaze locking with hers. His movements slowed, but he didn't stop. His eyes darkened with something unspoken as he held her gaze, and for a moment, it felt as though the air between them crackled with electricity. "Adea," he said, his voice low and husky. "Join us."
Her breath caught In her throat. She should say no. She should turn and walk away. But the way he looked at her, the way his voice seemed to wrap around her, made her hesitate. She glanced at her sisters—Ramla, lost in her own world of pleasure, and Nea, who broke the kiss to look up at her with wide, innocent eyes.
"Adea…" Nea's voice was soft, almost pleading. "It's… it's okay."
The words seemed to break the spell holding Adea in place. She stepped forward, her movements slow and deliberate, her heart pounding in her chest. As she approached the bed, Jason reached out a hand to her, his fingers brushing against hers. The contact sent a shiver up her spine, and she let him guide her onto the bed.
Ramla's eyes fluttered open as Adea settled beside her, a small smile playing on her lips. "About time," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "We've been waiting for you."
Adea's cheeks burned, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in, her lips brushing against Jason in a tentative kiss. Her Lover's response was immediate, his hand tangling in Adea's hair as he deepened the kiss. Around her, the air seemed to grow thicker, heavier, the energy between them crackling with intensity.
Jason's hands found their way to her waist, his touch firm but gentle as he guided her onto his lap. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the hard length of him pressing into her. Her breath hitched as she straddled him, her hands resting on his broad shoulders for support.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.
She nodded, her eyes meeting his. "Yes."
He didn't need to be told twice. His hands gripped her hips as he guided her down onto him, her body stretching to accommodate his size. Adea gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to the sensation. It was overwhelming, almost too much, but she didn't want it to stop.
As he began to move, her head fell back, a low moan escaping her lips. She could feel the energy coursing through her, the power of her cultivation mixing with the raw, primal need that consumed her. Around her, her sisters watched, their eyes dark with desire as they joined in, their hands roaming over her body, their lips trailing kisses along her skin.
The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, their moans, the slick slide of skin against skin. Adea's heart raced as she moved with Jason, her body trembling with every thrust. She had never felt anything like this before, the intensity of it almost too much to bear. But she didn't want it to end. She wanted more. She wanted everything.
"Jason…" she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't stop."
"I won't," he promised, his voice rough with exertion. "Not until you're satisfied."
And with that, he increased his pace, his movements more urgent, more demanding. Adea's cries grew louder as she clung to him, her body shaking with the force of her pleasure. Around her, her sisters joined in, their voices mingling with hers in a symphony of ecstasy.
But Adea refused to let go completely.
"Wait…" She panted, gripping his shoulders tightly, her elven strength surprising even herself.
Jason's movements slowed, his gaze locked on hers. "What is it?" he asked, his voice low and strained.
Adea's eyes glimmered with something new—something playful, something commanding. "I want to ride you."
Jason's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. "Then take control."
'Man… I really just did that last night, huh… this Leviathan blood is really making me shameless… can't complain though.'
Jason thought as he awoke slowly, his senses stirred by the warmth and weight on his chest. He blinked a few times, his vision adjusting to the dim light of the Leviathan Palace's main chamber. Nea was perched on top of him, her deep blue eyes staring into his, her expression a mix of mischief and curiosity.
On either side of him, Ramla and Adea stirred, their breathing steady as they lay nestled against him. As the memories of the past month and the bonds they had forged resurfaced, Jason couldn't help but feel a deep sense of connection to them.
"Morning," Nea said softly, her tone teasing yet gentle.
Jason sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. "You have a habit of making my mornings interesting, don't you?"
Ramla yawned and stretched, her dark blue hair cascading over her shoulders. "What's all this commotion? Can't a woman get some sleep around here?"
Adea, rubbing her eyes, gave a soft chuckle. "With Nea involved? Unlikely."
Jason carefully sat up, causing Nea to slide off him onto the bed. He looked at all three of them, a warmth filling his chest. "I was just about to share something with you all—about my family back home."
The sisters exchanged curious glances before settling into comfortable positions, their attention fully on him.
Jason began, his voice calm but tinged with emotion. "Back in the Empire of Dawn, at the Marigold estate, I have people waiting for me. People who mean the world to me."
He glanced down, his expression softening. "Edna, my wet nurse, has been by my side since I was a baby. She raised me like her own and… as I grew older, she became more than just a caretaker. She's one of the strongest women I know."
Ramla tilted her head, intrigued. "She must be remarkable to have earned your affection like that."
Jason nodded. "She is. Then there's Yuki, a demi-fox girl I grew up with. We've been inseparable since childhood. Her fiery red hair and spirited personality always brought light to my life. She's… my equal in every way."
Adea smiled faintly. "It sounds like you've been surrounded by extraordinary women."
Jason continued, his voice steady. "There's Sarah, who started as my little maid. She was timid and shy, but over time, she grew into her confidence. She became someone I couldn't imagine my life without."
"Anna… a maid of the estate. At first she wasn't someone I would think of being with, but circumstances happened… and we became lovers."
"And then there's Eleanor," he said, his tone taking on a reverent note. "A woman I saved from a terrible fate. I turned her into a vampire, like me, and gave her the name Eleanor. Her white hair and eyes match mine now, and she's been my steadfast companion ever since."
The sisters listened in silence, each reflecting on his words.
Ramla was the first to break the silence, a sly smile creeping across her face. "So, let me get this straight, Jason. You've got a wet nurse turned lover, a childhood friend who's also a lover, two other maids who—surprise—became lovers, and a vampire you made… who's also a lover. Are you seeing the pattern here, or should I spell it out for you?"
Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not a womanizer if that's what you're getting at."
Nea crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, of course not. You're just… what's the word? Inclusive."
Adea chuckled softly, leaning against the bedpost. "I think we're starting to see the big picture here, Jason. The Marigold estate sounds less like a home and more like a… harem."
Jason groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's not like that. They're my family. They mean everything to me."
"Family, huh?" Nea said, raising an eyebrow. "Funny, because I don't think most families… share a bed."
Ramla leaned closer to Adea, pretending to whisper but speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. "I guess we're next in line, huh? First, we get new hair and eye colors, and now… well, you know."
Adea covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Maybe it's a Marigold initiation ritual."
Jason shook his head, his face slightly flushed. "You're all impossible, you know that?"
Nea leaned back, her grin widening. "Impossible? Or are we just pointing out the obvious?"
Ramla tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Maybe we should start a club. 'Jason's Lovers Anonymous.' What do you think, girls?"
Adea nodded, trying to keep a straight face. "I think it has a nice ring to it. But we might need a bigger venue if his history is any indication."
Jason threw up his hands in mock exasperation. "Fine, have your fun. But don't forget who's teaching you cultivation."
"Oh, we haven't forgotten," Nea said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We'll be sure to respect our *
womanizer master."
As the girls burst into laughter, Jason couldn't help but crack a smile despite himself. Their teasing was relentless, but it was moments like these—filled with warmth and camaraderie—that made everything worthwhile.