Chapter 306 – The Shape of Her Claim, the Sound of Their Silence
The breakfast had ended.
Dishes cleaned themselves with quiet magic. The scent of tea still lingered faintly in the air. Outside, wind stirred the garden trees, but inside the house… the silence felt heavier than usual.
Not uncomfortable.
Just thoughtful.
Alex remained seated on the cushion, Vira still nestled in his lap, now quietly sipping a second cup of tea he had poured for her. She rested back against him without shame — head slightly tilted, skin flushed from earlier affection, her fingers lazily brushing his knee.
And no one said a word.
At least not yet.
Across the table, Hanabi stared at them for a long while. Her ears twitched slightly, and she reached for a piece of fruit — missed, then grabbed it again without breaking her gaze.
"She really does love him," she murmured softly.
Reyne raised a brow, chewing on a melon slice. "Obviously."
Hanabi glanced at her. "I mean, I knew she said it. But now I… felt it. Just watching her."
Airi placed her chopsticks down carefully. She didn't look away, but her usual scowl was absent. Her eyes studied Vira's hand resting possessively on Alex's chest… and the way his hand had remained on her thigh long after breakfast ended.
"She's still domineering," Airi muttered. "Still over-the-top."
She paused.
Then added, more quietly:
"But… it's real."
Morgan, seated at the far end of the table with one leg crossed, tapped a finger against her teacup. "That's what makes it irritating," she said flatly. "She's not pretending. She's not forcing it."
She looked directly at Vira.
"She actually means it."
Ciel, as always, sat in perfect stillness. Her golden eyes drifted across each woman as they spoke, then returned to Vira and Alex.
She smiled gently.
"This house was always filled with power… but what you've done, Vira, is take something many of us feared."
Vira raised a brow slightly.
"Feared?"
Ciel nodded. "Submission. The idea of surrendering… even a little. We come from worlds where control means survival."
Her gaze softened.
"But you turned it into intimacy. Not domination. Safety."
Vira didn't answer right away. She simply sipped her tea, her posture completely relaxed in Alex's lap — like her body had already accepted this as her rightful throne.
Alex remained silent.
He didn't need to speak.
Because they could all see the truth without words.
There was no leash between them.
Only devotion.
And it went both ways.
Hanabi leaned over to Airi and whispered,
"I used to think she was just showing off. But now… it kind of makes me want to try being spoiled like that too."
Airi rolled her eyes. "Don't say things like that out loud."
Morgan looked away but didn't argue.
Even Nefertiti, quiet and thoughtful, spoke as she gently folded her napkin.
"Vira may act as queen… but the love beneath it is ancient. Sacred."
"No one who watches them now could mistake this for a game."
Vira smiled faintly at that.
"I never cared if you understood it," she said, not unkindly. "But I'm glad you do."
She turned her head, just enough to nuzzle against Alex's cheek.
"Because I'm not going to stop."
The others didn't challenge her.
Because for the first time…
They didn't want to.
The conversation had faded into a gentle stillness.
No tension.
No arguments.
Just understanding.
The kind that didn't need to be spoken aloud — the kind that lived in shared glances and relaxed shoulders, in the way no one tried to prove anything now.
Alex leaned back slightly as Vira shifted in his lap, curling into him like a cat basking in her rightful place. His arms wrapped around her naturally, no longer hesitating.
Ciel refilled everyone's cups with perfectly warm tea. Even Morgan accepted hers without protest, her usual frost softened by something unspoken.
Hanabi reached across the table to feed a slice of peach to Airi, who blinked in confusion, then blushed faintly but accepted it.
Reyne chuckled quietly, propping her chin up on her hand. "This is nice," she murmured. "Almost feels like a real family."
Nefertiti, sitting nearest the open window, smiled gently as the morning wind stirred her hair. "Maybe… that's what we've become."
The breeze flowed through the paper walls.
Sunlight caught the golden edges of the cups.
And for one rare moment…
There was nothing to fight for.
Nothing to prove.
Just warmth.
Just togetherness.
Even Vira, usually so sharp and prideful, leaned back against Alex with her eyes half-closed, utterly at peace.
"We should do this again," she said, voice low.
"No thrones. No games. Just this."
Alex smiled, resting his cheek against her head.
"Agreed."
And no one disagreed.
Not this time.
Because sometimes, victory wasn't power or position.
Sometimes, it was sitting around a quiet table…
With people who once fought to claim a heart…
And had chosen, in the end, to share it.
The gentle mood lingered.
Soft laughter and the clink of porcelain echoed quietly as the group remained gathered around the low table. The breeze through the open windows stirred the edge of the curtains, wrapping the house in warmth and calm.
Ciel lifted her teacup, took a slow sip, then glanced across the table — her golden eyes settling on Morgan.
The silver-haired mage sat calmly, arms folded, one leg tucked beneath her. But even in her usual quiet composure… there was something unread in her expression.
Ciel noticed.
She always noticed.
"Morgan," she said softly.
Morgan blinked and glanced her way. "Mm?"
Ciel's voice remained light, almost casual.
"Have you ever been with Alex?"
The question floated across the table like a feather — delicate, but impossible to ignore.
Morgan straightened just slightly. "...W-What do you mean?"
Ciel tilted her head, smiling gently. "I mean… have you ever made love with him?"
The silence was instant.
Hanabi looked over with wide eyes, her tail twitching behind her. Airi blinked but said nothing. Vira raised an eyebrow in amused interest without leaving Alex's lap. Even Nefertiti glanced up briefly, though she quickly returned to sipping her tea.
Morgan's cheeks — pale as ever — slowly began to turn the softest shade of pink.
"I— No. I haven't. Not really."
Her voice was steady, but her posture had shifted. Less guarded. Less cold.
Ciel didn't tease her.
She simply nodded, as if confirming something she already knew.
"Then maybe now's your chance."
Morgan blinked. "My… chance?"
Ciel smiled again — not playfully, but with gentle encouragement.
"Everyone here knows how you feel. You've protected him, traveled with him, slept beside him… but you've never let yourself take that final step."
"Not because he rejected you. But because you hold back."
Morgan's lips parted — but no words came out.
Ciel's voice softened.
"He won't push you. He'll wait forever if he has to. But if you keep waiting… someone else may step ahead of you again."
Morgan's eyes flicked toward Alex.
He wasn't watching her.
But he was listening.
Quiet. Patient. Just like always.
Her fingers curled slightly around her teacup, and she looked down.
Then, in a rare and fragile moment, she whispered:
"...Would he say yes?"
Ciel chuckled faintly.
"He'd say yes without hesitation."
Airi looked away quickly, ears slightly red.
Hanabi mumbled something about needing to go get more fruit, though the bowl was still half-full.
Even Vira smirked but gave a small nod, as if saying, It's time.
Morgan said nothing.
But she didn't say no.
And that — in a house full of strong women — was enough.
Chapter 307 – The Night She Chose Him (18+)
The house had grown quieter as the day wore on.
Afternoon drifted into evening. Soft light poured through the windows in amber rays. Most of the others had gone off to their own rooms, resting, reading, or enjoying the peace that had settled like a gentle mist after a long storm.
Morgan remained seated in the common room.
Alone now.
The teacup in her hands had long gone cold, untouched for minutes. Her silver hair fell slightly over one eye as she stared at nothing in particular, lost in thought — in tension — in choice.
She remembered what Ciel had said.
"If you keep waiting… someone else may step ahead of you again."
Morgan was many things.
Sharp. Cold. Careful.
But she wasn't afraid to act when the time came.
So she stood.
And walked.
Her footsteps were soft, barely more than a whisper across the wooden floor.
When she reached Alex's room, she didn't hesitate.
She knocked once — quietly.
"Come in," came his voice from the other side.
She slid the door open.
He was alone inside, seated near the edge of the bed, half-dressed in a casual shirt and pants, reading something faintly glowing. His eyes met hers.
He blinked once.
Then smiled softly.
"Morgan."
She closed the door behind her.
She didn't sit.
She didn't look away.
"Alex," she said, her voice calm. "Will you sleep with me?"
There was no stutter. No awkwardness.
Only truth.
And perhaps… the faintest tremble in her fingers as she clenched them at her side.
Alex's gaze softened.
He stood.
Stepped toward her.
And answered just as simply.
"Yes."
With a growl, Alex captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his hands roaming over her body, claiming every inch of her. Their tongues danced in a frenzy of desire, a prelude to the carnal symphony they were about to create. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, shedding the last barrier between them, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard, throbbing with the need for release.
Morgan's eyes widened at the sight of his impressive girth, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking him with a firm grip that made his breath hitch. "I want to feel you inside me," she breathed, her words fanning the flames of his lust.
Alex was more than happy to oblige. He backed her up against the bed, their lips never breaking contact as they tumbled onto the soft sheets. Morgan parted her thighs, inviting him into her hot, wet center. With one swift thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, her pussy welcoming him with a tight, slick embrace.
The sensation was exquisite, the way her walls clenched around his dick as he began to move, setting a rhythm that was both punishing and tender. Morgan's moans filled the room, her fingers digging into his back as she met each of his thrusts with an eager roll of her hips.
They moved together in a dance as old as time, their bodies slick with sweat, the sound of their flesh slapping together punctuating the air. Alex could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, an impending explosion that he was desperate to unleash. But not yet. He wanted to savor every moment, to wring every ounce of pleasure from Morgan's willing body.
With a swift motion, he flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. He gripped her hips, admiring the view of her perfect ass before plunging back into her dripping pussy. Morgan cried out, her body rocking forward with the force of his thrusts.
Alex's fingers found her clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his strokes. Morgan's cries grew louder, more desperate, as she chased her climax. "That's it, baby," Alex grunted, feeling her pussy flutter around his cock. "Come for me."
With a scream, Morgan shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Her pussy convulsed, milking Alex's dick, and with a guttural roar, he let go, his hot seed spilling into her in powerful jets.
They collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. But Alex was far from done. He was insatiable, and Morgan was more than willing to accommodate his desires.
As their bodies cooled, Alex trailed his fingers over Morgan's skin, tracing the contours of her body. He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to elicit a gasp from her. His hand slipped between her legs, his fingers exploring her slick folds, coated with their mingled juices.
Morgan's eyes fluttered open, a sultry smile curving her lips as she reached for his already hardening cock. "Ready for round two?" she asked, her voice husky with renewed desire.
Alex answered by rolling her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the head of his cock before sliding in to the hilt once more. Morgan's breath caught in her throat, her body stretching to accommodate his girth.
This time, their lovemaking was slow and languid, each thrust deliberate and deep. Alex's hands roamed over Morgan's body, worshiping her with his touch, his lips, his tongue. He explored every inch of her, from the sensitive spot behind her ear to the delicate arch of her foot.
Morgan wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, her nails raking down his back as she moaned his name. "Alex, oh god, Alex..."
The sound of his name on her lips was his undoing. He felt his balls tighten, the familiar tingle at the base of his spine signaling his impending release. With a final, powerful thrust, he came again, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot cum.
Spent and satisfied, they lay in each other's arms, their bodies still intimately connected. Morgan traced lazy circles on Alex's chest, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "I could stay like this forever," she murmured, her voice soft with sated desire.
Alex chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "We've got all night, Morgan. And I plan on making the most of it."
As the night wore on, they explored each other's bodies, their passion never waning. They tried every position imaginable, from the sweet tenderness of missionary to the raw, animalistic intensity of doggy style. Alex took Morgan from behind, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls as he drove into her again and again.
They showered together, the water cascading over their bodies as they soaped each other up, their hands slipping and sliding over slick skin. Morgan dropped to her knees, taking Alex's cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before she took him deep, her lips stretched around his girth.
Alex leaned against the shower wall, his hands tangled in her wet hair as she bobbed her head, her mouth a hot, wet paradise. He could feel the pressure building once more, his balls drawing up tight as she sucked him with fervor. With a groan, he came, his cum mingling with the water as it washed down the drain.
Back in the bedroom, they lay side by side, their fingers laced together as they caught their breath. Morgan's eyes sparkled with mischief as she rolled onto her side, her hand trailing down his body to grip his cock, which was already hardening again. "I think you've got one more in you," she said with a wicked grin.
Alex's response was to roll her onto her back, his lips claiming hers in a deep, passionate kiss. He entered her with one smooth stroke, her pussy still slick and ready for him. They moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm, their bodies in perfect harmony.
As they neared the peak of their pleasure, Morgan's pussy clenched around Alex's cock, her orgasm washing over her in waves. Alex followed her over the edge, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself into her for the final time that night.
They lay there in the aftermath, their bodies sated and exhausted. Alex pulled Morgan close, her head resting on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling her into a contented sleep.
The next morning.
Sunlight crept in through the edge of the curtain.
Alex stirred, blinking slowly, only to find her curled beside him — eyes closed, silver hair tousled, face calm.
Her hand rested lightly on his chest, fingers unconsciously curled around the threads of his shirt.
She had finally taken what was always hers.
She slept without tension.
Without walls.
Only peace.
Morning, After the Moonlight
The house was awake.
Soft footsteps echoed from the hall. The kitchen hummed gently with breakfast prep. The mood in the common room was light, the kind of quiet joy that only followed a night where something unspoken had finally happened.
At the low table, several of the women had gathered again — tea in hand, pastries on plates, eyes glancing toward Alex's room more than once.
Hanabi sipped from her cup, her fox ears twitching playfully. "So… Morgan finally did it, huh?"
Vira smirked. "About time. I was starting to think she'd die of emotional constipation before making a move."
Airi rolled her eyes but didn't disagree. "Still… she seemed more relaxed this morning. A little flushed, but she didn't snap at anyone."
Nefertiti gave a graceful nod. "The silence in the hallway last night was… respectful. Peaceful. It felt like something sacred was being acknowledged."
Ciel, seated with perfect posture, added with a warm smile, "They were both overdue. Morgan's always carried the weight of distance. She needed to feel closeness."
Hanabi leaned closer, grinning. "So who's next, huh?"
There was a pause.
And then…
Ciel turned her head slightly.
Her golden gaze landed on the woman reclining casually in the corner — one leg crossed, holding a teacup with careless grace, her silver-lavender hair flowing down one shoulder, catching hints of morning light.
"Reyne."
Reyne raised a brow. "Hm?"
Ciel smiled. "You haven't done it either. Not even once this year."
Silence.
Everyone turned.
Reyne blinked.
Then slowly… set her cup down.
She stood, stretched, and ran a hand through her shimmering silver-purple hair — her smirk growing with every second.
"You're right."
She looked around the room, shoulders thrown back, proud and radiant.
"I haven't."
"Which is why…"
She turned toward the hallway.
"I'll be doing it tonight."
Hanabi choked on her tea.
Airi stared.
Morgan — walking past the door with a fresh cup of coffee — paused… blinked… and walked faster.
Reyne gave a wink.
"What? I'm just claiming my turn."
Ciel chuckled behind her sleeve.
Vira narrowed her eyes. "Just don't act smug if he begs you to go easy."
Reyne smirked. "I want him to beg."
And with that, she sauntered away — hips swaying, hair glowing in the light, the scent of confidence trailing in her wake.
The others watched her go.
Then Hanabi whispered:
"We're not getting any sleep tonight, are we?"
Chapter 308 – The Lavender Flame That Claimed Him (18+)
Evening fell softly over the house.
The lights were low. Shadows stretched across the floor like silk, and the warm scent of sandalwood drifted from the hallway lanterns.
Alex stood near the window of the study, still half-lost in thought, reading through a glowing array of magical formulae hovering above his desk.
And that's when the door opened.
Not timidly.
Not politely.
Boldly.
Reyne stepped inside.
Barefoot. Her silver-lavender hair fell in cascading waves past her shoulders, shimmering slightly in the soft light. Her amethyst eyes locked onto Alex with playful determination.
Alex turned, blinking. "Reyne?"
She didn't smile.
She didn't tease.
She said exactly what she meant.
"I want to have sex."
Alex stared.
There was a long pause.
"…You—wait, what?"
But Reyne didn't let him process it.
She was already walking.
"You heard me."
She grabbed his hand without hesitation and turned toward the hallway.
"No more waiting. No more subtle looks across the table. I've wanted this long enough."
"W-Wait—"
"No."
She pulled him along the corridor with swift steps, her presence commanding, her hair catching the lantern light like starlight dipped in wine.
Before he could say anything more, she opened his bedroom door and pushed him inside with both hands.
He stumbled onto the bed — more surprised than unprepared — and barely had time to sit upright before she climbed over him, straddling his hips with practiced ease.
Her hands slid beneath his shirt and tugged it up.
"Off."
Alex gave a breathless laugh, lifting his arms to help her.
Once it was gone, she moved fast — her fingers undoing his pants, pulling them down, casting the layers aside until he was bare beneath her, breath already shifting with heat.
She paused.
Eyes roaming over him slowly, like a queen inspecting a prize she'd already claimed in her heart.
Then she began to disrobe.
One layer at a time.
No rush.
No shame.
Just confidence.
The lavender silk fell from her shoulders, revealing soft, pale skin kissed with the glow of evening light. Her breasts rose with every breath, her curves framed by the slow motion of her hips as she stepped free from her final layer and climbed back into his arms.
"Tonight, Alex," Reyne purred, her voice a sultry melody that seemed to resonate with the very core of his being, "I'm going to show you what it means to be claimed by a dragon."
Before he could respond, Reyne's hands were on him, her touch electric as she pushed him onto the bed. He landed with a soft bounce, his naked body exposed and vulnerable to her whims. She crawled over him, her hips swaying with a primal rhythm that made his cock twitch with need.
"You're mine," she declared, her gaze raking over his body with possessive hunger. "And I always take care of what's mine."
Reyne's lips crashed into his, her kiss fierce and demanding. Her tongue danced with his, exploring his mouth with a fervor that left him breathless. As they kissed, her hand found his erection, wrapping around his shaft with a firm grip that sent shivers down his spine.
"Fuck," Alex groaned, breaking the kiss to catch his breath.
Reyne smirked, her eyes gleaming with lust. "That's the plan," she said, giving his cock a teasing stroke.
She positioned herself over him, the heat of her sex radiating against his throbbing member. With a tantalizing slowness, she lowered herself onto him, her tight pussy enveloping his dick inch by agonizing inch. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain as she stretched to accommodate his girth.
"God, you feel so good," Alex murmured, his hands gripping her hips as she began to ride him.
Reyne threw her head back, her hair brushing against the small of her back as she moved. Her breasts bounced with each roll of her hips, her nipples hardening into peaks that begged to be touched. Alex obliged, reaching up to caress them, his thumbs circling the sensitive buds until she moaned with delight.
Their rhythm quickened, the sound of their flesh meeting filling the room. Reyne's walls clenched around him, her orgasm building with each thrust. She was a vision of unbridled desire, her body undulating atop him with a raw, animalistic power that made his own climax imminent.
"Cum for me, Alex," Reyne commanded, her voice laced with a need that matched his own. "I want to feel you explode inside me."
Her words pushed him over the edge. With a guttural cry, Alex felt his release surge through him, his seed spilling into her depths with an intensity that left him momentarily blinded by ecstasy.
But Reyne was far from done. She dismounted, her eyes gleaming with a wicked gleam as she turned around, presenting her ass to him with a teasing wiggle. "Now, it's time for round two," she said, looking over her shoulder with a devilish grin.
Alex groaned at the sight of her glistening pussy and the tight rosebud just above it. He positioned himself behind her, his cock still hard from the previous round. With a firm hand, he guided himself into her soaked entrance, reveling in the way she pushed back against him, eager for more.
They found a new rhythm, this one even more fervent than the last. Alex's hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove into her with powerful strokes. Reyne met each thrust with equal fervor, her moans growing louder with each passionate collision.
As they moved together, Alex couldn't help but marvel at the creature before him. Reyne was unlike any woman he had ever known, her strength and sensuality intertwined in a way that was both intoxicating and humbling. She was a dragon, fierce and untamed, and yet here she was, allowing him to claim her in the most primal way possible.
The thought sent a surge of possessiveness through him, and he reached forward, wrapping a hand in her lavender hair. He pulled gently, eliciting a gasp from Reyne as he tilted her head back, exposing the delicate column of her throat.
"You're mine, Reyne," Alex growled, his voice echoing the claim she had made earlier. "Every inch of you."
Reyne responded with a throaty chuckle, her body shuddering with pleasure as he continued to pound into her. "Then show me," she dared him, her words punctuated by a particularly deep thrust that made them both cry out.
Alex accepted the challenge, his movements becoming more purposeful, more demanding. He could feel another orgasm building, this one even more powerful than the last. And from the way Reyne's body was tensing beneath him, he knew she was close as well.
With a final, forceful thrust, Alex buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock pulsating as he filled her with his hot cum for the second time. The sensation of his release triggered Reyne's own climax, her pussy clamping down on him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat and satiated by their shared passion. For a moment, they lay there in silence, their breaths slowly returning to normal as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
But as Alex began to drift off to sleep, Reyne stirred beside him, her hand snaking down to grip his softening member. "Not so fast, my dear Alex," she said, a playful lilt in her voice. "A dragon's appetite is never truly sated."
And with that, she began to stroke him, her touch reigniting the fire within him. Alex could only chuckle at her insatiable nature, his body already responding to her skilled ministrations.
"Lead the way, my dragon," he said, surrendering himself to her once more.
As the night wore on, Alex and Reyne explored each other's bodies with a fervor that bordered on obsession. They tried every position imaginable, their passion knowing no bounds. From the tender sweetness of missionary to the raw intensity of doggy style, they reveled in the ecstasy of their union.
At one point, Reyne even introduced a bit of bondage, using a silk scarf to tie Alex's hands to the bedpost. She rode him with wild abandon, her body undulating in a way that drove him to the brink of madness. And when she finally released him, it was only to flip him onto his stomach, her fingers teasing his ass in a way that made him beg for more.
Their final round found them in a sideways sixty-nine, their mouths and tongues working in tandem to bring each other to a shattering climax. Alex's cock throbbed in Reyne's mouth as she sucked him dry, while his own tongue delved into her dripping wet pussy, lapping up the sweet nectar of her release.
Morning, After the Fire
The light of dawn crept gently through the curtains, golden and quiet.
Alex stirred slowly beneath the sheets, only to feel a soft, warm weight curled against him. Reyne lay beside him, one arm draped over his waist, her silver-lavender hair tousled across the pillow like strands of moonlight.
Her purple eyes blinked open.
She smiled.
"Morning, champion."
Alex chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Morning."
Their lips met again — unhurried and soft. A kiss not born from desire, but from comfort, and quiet satisfaction. Her fingers lightly traced his chest as they pulled apart.
"You good?" he asked.
She stretched, catlike.
"Better than good."
They dressed together, stealing a few lingering touches and quiet smiles as they did. Reyne wrapped herself in a light robe, tying it loosely at the waist before slipping on her earrings and giving herself a quick, approving look in the mirror.
"Perfect," she said to herself with a grin.
"What are you planning?" Alex asked, pulling on his shirt.
She smirked. "Oh, nothing much."
Moments later, in the main hall, the women were gathered again around the breakfast table.
Hanabi was still groggy, chewing on a piece of toast. Airi sat with her usual morning scowl. Ciel was reading a small book while stirring her tea. Morgan was quiet, though visibly more composed than usual. Vira was feeding herself with Alex's chopsticks — claiming his lap again as her seat of choice.
That's when Reyne walked in.
Radiant.
Graceful.
Smug.
She paused in the doorway, one hand on her hip, her lavender-silver hair shining in the morning light, and announced clearly:
"It's done."
Everyone looked up.
"I did it."
She walked toward the table with a proud sway in her step, her smile daring anyone to challenge her.
"Last night. Me. Alex. All night."
Hanabi nearly choked on her juice.
Morgan blinked.
Airi froze mid-sip.
Ciel gently set her cup down and smiled.
Vira raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
Reyne grinned.
"He was amazing. Strong, attentive, passionate…"
She leaned closer and whispered, "...and very obedient."
Then she sat down gracefully, folded one leg over the other, and added with a wink:
"You're all welcome to be jealous."
Airi muttered, "You really have no shame."
Reyne beamed. "Correct."
Ciel, amused, simply nodded and said softly, "Then now we're all one step closer."
Vira smirked and glanced at Alex, who had just entered behind Reyne, looking calm but faintly flustered.
"You're handling this better than expected."
Alex rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm learning."
Reyne laughed and pulled him down to kiss his cheek in front of everyone.
"Good morning, darling."
The others groaned. But none of them were angry.
Because prideful or not… Reyne's heart was now fully in the circle.
Chapter 309 – Beneath the Golden Light of Takamagahara
The divine gates shimmered open without resistance.
Amid the clouds of eternity and the celestial brilliance of Takamagahara, a soft pulse of golden magic echoed through the heavens — gentle, calm, and radiant like a sacred flame.
And then, without warning, space folded.
A ripple of spatial distortion bent the very fabric of the realm for an instant — and Alex appeared, stepping silently into the highest sanctum of the Sun Goddess.
Amaterasu's private room.
The golden chambers were awash in warm light, no torches or sun required. The walls pulsed with divine energy, soft tapestries danced in slow, sacred rhythm, and the floor was lined with silken mats from the first loom ever woven by kami.
And there she was.
Amaterasu.
The most radiant of goddesses, seated gracefully upon a wide divan, her hair flowing like molten sunlight across her shoulders. Her white kimono shimmered with subtle light, and her belly…
…had grown.
Visibly.
Elegantly.
She placed one hand over it as she sensed his arrival — not startled, but serene.
She turned, and when her eyes met his, they softened instantly.
"You came," she said gently.
Alex stepped closer.
"Of course I did."
He walked until he stood just before her. The atmosphere of the room grew still — not heavy, but sacred.
She reached out her hand.
He took it.
Then she guided his palm to her stomach.
And he felt it.
Life.
A steady, divine heartbeat pulsing within her womb — warm and bright, a child born not only of flesh, but of divinity and love.
Amaterasu smiled.
"She's growing fast. The spirits say her light is already stronger than most minor gods."
Alex's hand lingered over her belly, eyes wide with wonder. "She's incredible…"
Amaterasu nodded, then pulled him to sit beside her on the soft bedding.
She leaned her head against his shoulder, her tone quiet.
"You haven't been back in a while."
"I know," he said. "I had to take care of a few things… but I missed you."
Her eyes closed.
"I missed you too."
A long silence passed between them. Peaceful. Full.
Then she looked at him again — smiling gently.
"Would you like to speak to her?"
Alex blinked. "Speak to…?"
She took his hand again and pressed it gently against the side of her womb.
"She can already hear your voice, you know. She's been kicking harder every time I say your name."
He laughed softly, overwhelmed and touched.
Then he leaned down.
And whispered.
"Hey… it's your father. I'm here now."
Amaterasu watched quietly, her hand resting over his.
A glow began to rise from her stomach — faint, golden, like sunlight through mist.
Their child responded.
And in that moment, even the heavens paused.
The warm light of Takamagahara dimmed into a softer hue as time slowed in the divine realm. Golden lanterns ignited themselves one by one, casting a gentle glow across the chamber.
Alex remained seated beside Amaterasu, his hand still resting on her belly, his head bowed in quiet awe as he whispered again to their unborn daughter. Her divine heartbeat pulsed gently beneath his palm — radiant, strong, a soul born of two immense powers.
Amaterasu, watching with a serene smile, spoke quietly.
"Alex…"
He looked up.
"Would you stay with me tonight?"
Her voice was tender — not commanding, not royal.
Just herself.
"I want to fall asleep… with you beside me. I want our daughter to feel both of us. Not just light… but warmth."
Alex didn't hesitate.
"Of course."
Amaterasu exhaled with visible relief. "Then come closer."
She shifted gently, inviting him onto the large bed of divine silk behind her. He followed without a word, removing his shoes and outer coat as she slid herself back into the covers, her kimono parting just slightly as her divine aura softened, allowing vulnerability to rise.
As he laid beside her, his arm gently wrapping around her waist, she nestled closer — her cheek resting near his chest, her belly pressed warmly against him.
Time slowed.
Words faded.
And then—
He felt it.
A soft, wet warmth against his chest.
He looked down.
Her kimono had slipped slightly, and from her exposed breast… a soft trickle of milk had begun to form, beading gently at her nipple.
Amaterasu noticed and flushed.
Her cheeks turned rose-gold, and she shifted slightly, covering her chest with one arm — not ashamed, but uncertain.
"I… I've started producing milk. The priestesses said it's a sign the child is nearly ready."
She hesitated.
Then, voice barely above a whisper:
"Would you… like to try?"
Alex blinked — then remembered.
Vira.
"Next time you visit Amaterasu, suck her milk… and compare it to mine."
His eyes flicked back to Amaterasu.
She was biting her lip now, clearly flustered — which, for the sun goddess, was rare and deeply endearing.
"You don't have to," she added quickly. "I just thought… maybe…"
But Alex was already leaning in.
Slowly.
Tenderly.
His lips closed around her nipple, and he suckled gently.
Amaterasu gasped — softly, a hand covering her mouth as her back arched just slightly in surprise.
"A-Alex…"
Warm.
Sweet.
Rich with divine essence.
Her milk flowed gently into his mouth, and he drank it with quiet reverence — not for comparison, not for dominance, but for connection.
Her hand slid through his hair as he continued, her heartbeat rising.
She whispered:
"You're the only man… I would let do this."
And Alex — still suckling slowly — simply nodded against her breast.
Because in this moment, there was no throne, no title, no realm.
Only warmth.
Only milk.
Only love.
Chapter 310 – The One Who Demands Her Place (18+)
Alex reappeared quietly in his living room, the magic circle beneath his feet fading into silence. The familiar scent of home greeted him, and so did a warm voice from nearby.
Ciel.
She stepped softly into view, holding a folded note in her hand. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, as if she already knew what the contents would say.
"You've returned," she said gently. "I hope everything went well with Amaterasu."
Alex gave a small nod, still carrying the warmth of that divine night.
Ciel offered the note.
"Before she left, Vira told me to give you this… in case you drank the sun goddess's milk."
He blinked, taking it.
Unfolding the elegant parchment, written in Vira's precise elven script, he read:
"If you've dared to drink her milk, then you already know where to go. My bedroom. Alfheim. Now."
"Let's settle this properly."
A faint mana signature lingered at the bottom — a direct link.
Alex sighed… and smiled.
Without hesitation, he activated the spell.
In a flash of pale emerald light, space folded.
He reappeared within the royal chambers of Alfheim — the grand, radiant suite belonging to none other than Princess Vira Sunleaf.
The room was rich with divine wood, enchanted vines curling along the ceiling, and sheets woven from starlight and petal-silk. It smelled of citrus blossoms and pride.
And there she was.
Waiting.
Standing near the bed, backlit by the glow of floating mana-lanterns.
Vira.
Her cloak already discarded. Her lithe body bare beneath the last strips of silk, which she now pulled away with deliberate grace.
She let her robe fall completely, standing nude before him — flawless skin kissed with moon-gold light, her curves proud and commanding. Her golden nipple clamps shimmered with subtle runes, trembling faintly as she moved with purpose.
"I was wondering how long it would take you," she said, voice rich with playful challenge.
She stepped back onto her bed, reclining like a queen on velvet, her legs folding elegantly, her expression unreadable but utterly confident.
"Take off your clothes."
Alex didn't speak.
He obeyed.
In silence.
Each piece of clothing came off — shirt, pants, everything — until he stood bare under her gaze, the soft green light of Alfheim dancing across his skin.
Vira's lips curved upward.
"Come to me."
He walked across the room without hesitation, his body and spirit already responding to her command.
She stretched out on the bed and turned slightly to present herself to him — breasts rising softly with each breath, the clamps glowing faintly with stored warmth.
"Now…"
"Suck."
Alex leaned forward.
His mouth closed around one of her breasts — gently, reverently — and the first taste of her milk returned to him like memory.
Warm.
Bright.
Sweet — with a sharp, citrus-like depth unique to her mana.
She watched him drink, fingers weaving slowly into his hair.
"Good," she whispered.
"Now tell me…"
Her golden eyes narrowed.
"Whose milk is more delicious?"
The question hung in the air.
Challenge.
Jealousy.
Possession.
But also…
A need.
A real, deep need — to know that she still reigned supreme in his heart.
Alex didn't hesitate.
His lips parted briefly from her breast, a thread of warmth still connecting them as he looked up at her.
"Yours," he said softly, but firmly.
"Your milk is the most delicious."
There was no teasing in his tone.
No attempt to flatter.
Just truth — spoken plainly, with conviction.
Vira's eyes sparkled with quiet pride. Her fingers, already resting in his hair, moved with purpose now — gently patting his head as one might reward a knight for loyalty… or a beloved pet for obedience.
"Good boy," she whispered.
She leaned forward, kissed the top of his head, then stroked his cheek with her thumb.
"I knew you would answer correctly."
Alex leaned back in again, his mouth resuming its place at her breast, suckling slowly.
Vira's voice was soft now, but rich with promise.
"This week… is mine."
"You've given yourself to me. So I'll make sure you never forget what that means."
She sat up slightly, pressing his head closer against her chest as her nipple slipped deeper into his mouth.
"Your training begins now."
"You will suck my breasts without pause. Morning, noon, evening."
"When you close your eyes, you will still suck."
"When we sleep—" she smiled slowly, "—you'll remain latched on like a newborn, drinking even in your dreams."
She brushed her lips against his ear, her breath hot and commanding.
"If I feel you stop for even one second…"
"I will wake you."
"And you'll start again."
Alex groaned faintly — not from exhaustion, but from the intensity of her voice, the sacred weight of her demand.
"You will drink until your body recognizes only one taste…"
"Mine."
Her hand pressed to the back of his head, guiding him rhythmically.
"You won't eat anything else this week."
"Your nourishment, your strength, your satisfaction — all of it will come from my breasts."
The gold clamps shimmered with pride as her milk flowed more freely now, responding to his obedient rhythm.
"Because you are mine, Alex."
"And this… is how I mark you."
The hours slipped by in golden silence.
Alex remained in her bed, his head resting against Vira's chest, lips sealed around her nipple with unwavering rhythm. Her milk flowed slowly but steadily, warm and rich — a taste that had become both comfort and command.
Vira leaned back against the velvet pillows, arms cradling him, her fingers stroking his hair like a goddess feeding her chosen vessel.
"That's it," she murmured. "Slow, steady. Just like that."
She sighed, satisfied.
The bedroom was quiet except for the soft sound of his lips, the faint pull of milk, and her voice gently instructing him as the moon rose outside the high windows of Alfheim.
She held him there for hours.
Even as his body began to relax.
Even as his breath slowed.
His eyes fluttered.
"Don't you dare fall asleep without sucking," she warned playfully, tapping the back of his head.
Alex let out a faint sound of obedience — more instinct than thought — and continued, even as sleep crept up behind his thoughts like a fog.
Eventually… his eyes did close.
He shifted deeper into her embrace, his mouth still softly working around her breast, drawing from her, even in slumber.
Vira smiled.
A slow, victorious smile.
"Good boy…"
She kissed the top of his head.
"Drink even in your dreams."
Time passed.
But the goddess did not sleep.
She stayed half-awake, sensing his rhythm.
The moment it changed — even slightly — she felt it.
His suction paused for just two seconds… barely enough to notice.
But Vira noticed.
Her eyes opened.
She placed two fingers on his cheek.
"Wake up," she whispered, her voice low and commanding.
Alex stirred, his eyes half-lidded, dazed.
"Mmh…"
"You stopped."
He blinked.
"I—"
"No excuses."
She pressed his face back to her breast.
"You will not stop. Ever."
Her nipple slid back between his lips, and he resumed sucking with slow determination.
She sighed again, pleased.
"That's better."
"You don't sleep unless you're suckling."
"You don't dream unless it's of me."
She rested her head back and let the rhythm resume — her body now completely relaxed in his obedience.
And so the night continued.
Every hour, she checked.
Every time he faltered, she awakened him with a whisper, a kiss, a command.
And every time, he obeyed.
Even in exhaustion.
Even in sleep.
Because he had already accepted it.
He was hers.
Body, lips, will.
And her milk…
Would never stop flowing.