Chapter 321 – "The Days That Followed"
Seven days passed.
Since the day Amaterasu returned to Takamagahara with Yuka in her arms, a gentle stillness had wrapped around the house like soft mist. It wasn't silence born of absence—but of healing.
Alex visited often.
Not as the strongest being alive.
Not as a god-slayer.
Not even as the father of a divine child.
But simply as himself.
Each morning, he would teleport to Takamagahara without fanfare. No gates, no rituals. Just a ripple of space as he arrived in her garden—where golden leaves never fell, and time flowed like warm wind.
Yuka was always waiting.
Wrapped in silks woven from celestial threads, her small hands reaching up the moment she sensed him. Her smile—small, wordless, full of recognition—was enough to melt even the stars above.
And Amaterasu?
She never said much when he arrived.
She simply handed over the child… and watched.
Alex would cradle Yuka in his arms, murmuring softly, brushing a thumb across her cheek as she gurgled happily. Sometimes he walked with her. Sometimes he just sat beneath the sakura tree, letting her nap against his chest.
He didn't need words.
She didn't need explanations.
The gods of Takamagahara noticed.
Whispers passed between the divine:
"He comes without being summoned…"
"He brings peace with him…"
"The child glows brighter when he's near."
Even Tsukuyomi, once distant, paused one evening to watch Alex rock Yuka to sleep. He didn't interrupt. He only nodded once—and disappeared into starlight.
On the fifth day, Alex arrived with something different.
A small handcrafted toy: a wind chime shaped like a fox, glowing faintly with mana that pulsed like a heartbeat. He hung it over Yuka's cradle.
When she reached up and tapped it, it chimed with a note that sounded like laughter.
On the sixth day, he came earlier.
Just before dawn.
And found Amaterasu sitting in silence, staring at the horizon.
She didn't turn when he sat beside her.
But she leaned into his side.
And said, quietly:
"…Thank you."
On the seventh day, Yuka laughed.
Not a coo.
Not a gurgle.
A full, clear, unmistakable laugh.
It happened while Alex was tickling her softly under the chin.
Amaterasu froze.
Then laughed too.
And something shifted.
The entire realm of Takamagahara brightened.
Not visibly.
Not for the gods.
But in the hearts of two parents…
…who realized that their daughter wasn't just divine.
She was loved.
Deeply.
Unconditionally.
The house was quiet again when Alex returned.
The wind in the garden stirred the curtains softly. The scent of morning tea lingered faintly in the air, though no one sat at the table.
Ciel stood near the sliding doors, her silver-white hair draped elegantly over her shoulders. She didn't turn to greet him—only spoke with gentle precision:
"Vira left a message for you."
Alex paused. "What kind of message?"
Ciel finally looked over her shoulder, golden eyes calm but knowing.
"She said: 'Come to my room in Alfheim. Alone. Immediately.'"
Alex exhaled slowly, already sensing the weight behind her words. He gave Ciel a small nod.
Then vanished.
—
The royal chamber of Alfheim was quiet.
Soft emerald light flowed through the arched windows. The vines carved into the marble pillars glowed faintly, reacting to Alex's arrival.
And there—at the far end of the chamber—sat Vira.
On her knees.
Her back turned.
Nude.
Her long, pale green hair flowed like a river of silk, cascading down the curve of her back to just above her hips. She sat with her legs folded beneath her, posture perfect, her bare back straight like a queen awaiting a ceremony.
She did not look at him.
But her voice cut through the still air like a blade:
"Kneel."
Alex dropped to one knee.
Her voice came again—cool, slow, utterly in control.
"Crawl to me."
He obeyed.
Each movement was deliberate, his hands brushing across the smooth marble floor as he made his way toward her. The silence around them amplified every sound—his breath, the shift of his weight, the faint tap of his palm on stone.
When he reached her side, she still hadn't turned.
Instead, she spoke with calm cruelty.
"Do you know why I summoned you?"
Alex, now kneeling beside her, lowered his head.
"I don't," he said truthfully.
Vira finally moved.
One bare leg extended—graceful, toned, elegant in its pride.
Her foot pointed forward, the delicate arch resting on the marble floor, her toenails painted in a shimmering shade of gold and emerald.
"Then I'll remind you."
She angled her foot slightly, lifting her chin at last.
"Lick my toenail."
Alex didn't question.
He bowed forward slowly, reverently.
And his tongue touched the polished surface of her toe.
Warm.
Smooth.
The scent of her skin—a blend of elven spice, magic, and the faintest trace of her milk—wrapped around his senses as he obeyed without hesitation.
Vira exhaled softly, her voice low and edged with quiet triumph.
"That's better."
Chapter 322 – The Duty of Her Servant(18+)
Vira said nothing for several moments after Alex's tongue left the gleam of her polished toenail.
She simply breathed in silence—perfect posture, perfect composure.
Then…
She turned her head slightly, her voice a whisper soaked in venomous pride:
"…She didn't drink it."
Alex lifted his eyes slightly, still on his knees.
Vira's gaze stayed forward.
"That little divine brat drank from Amaterasu. But not from me."
Her eyes narrowed, not with hatred—but with insulted majesty.
"I offered her everything. My warmth. My power. My essence. And she turned away."
Alex stayed silent.
Vira's hand tightened gently into a fist.
"I was furious. But I didn't show it. Not in front of the others. Not in front of Amaterasu."
She turned her body then—slowly—revealing her bare chest fully to him.
"But you…"
Her tone dropped lower.
"You are mine."
She stood and walked forward a step, towering over him now.
"It is your duty…" she said coldly, "…to make your master feel better."
She looked down on him with her golden eyes—bright with command, yet dimmed at the edges by wounded pride.
"Take off your clothes."
Alex obeyed.
One garment at a time, in silence.
Until he knelt before her bare.
Completely hers.
Vira stepped closer. Her breasts, proud and full, swayed faintly with each step. Her nipples were flushed—still heavy with enchanted elven milk.
She lowered herself onto the velvet throne behind her, spreading one leg slowly to the side.
And then pointed.
"Suck."
Her voice was flat.
No teasing.
No lust.
Only a queen ordering what was hers.
Alex moved forward.
He leaned in.
And his lips closed around her nipple.
Warm.
Heavy.
Her milk flowed immediately—richer than honey, pulsing with pride and possessiveness.
Vira let out a breath.
Then whispered:
"That's it…"
"Drink until I forget she ever refused me."
Her fingers slid into his hair.
"You will make this right."
"And you won't stop until I say."
One hour passed.
The rhythm of Alex's breath had grown steady.
His mouth remained sealed to her breast, drawing each drop of Vira's pride with silent devotion. Her milk flowed slowly now—not because his pace slackened, but because her body had already begun to empty… again and again.
Vira's head tilted back against the velvet throne, eyes half-lidded in cool satisfaction.
He had obeyed.
Perfectly.
But her irritation still lingered—hidden beneath every sigh, every slight twitch of her fingers in his hair.
And then—
She spoke.
"Stop."
Alex immediately lifted his mouth from her breast, lips glistening faintly with the trace of her.
Without a word, Vira stood.
She walked calmly across the marble floor, her bare feet silent against the chilled stone. She opened a tall, vine-carved drawer in the corner of the room.
And from within…
She pulled out a collar.
Dark leather, trimmed with gold threads and enchanted runes. A long, elegant leash hung from the ring, made of braided celestial silk, strong enough to hold a giant—but clearly meant only for one man.
She turned.
And threw it at him.
The collar landed at his knees with a soft thud.
Her voice echoed like commandment in the elven court:
"Put it on."
Alex picked up the collar.
And did exactly as she said.
The click of the buckle echoed through the chamber like a vow being sealed.
Vira said nothing—only walked forward, taking the leash into her hand like a queen claiming her divine right.
She gave it one gentle tug.
And he moved.
Silent.
Bare.
Obedient.
She led him toward the bed—its silk canopy swaying slightly from the soft breeze of magic through the windows.
And when she reached it—
She climbed up slowly.
Took her place at the center of the velvet mattress.
Then yanked the leash.
Hard.
He stumbled forward, catching himself on the edge of the bed—his hands pressing into the silk sheets.
Vira looked down at him.
Eyes glowing.
Hair spilling over her shoulders like a crown of living ivy.
Her voice was low now.
Dangerous.
"Now…"
"Crawl onto this bed…"
"…and worship me like the only woman you'll ever kneel for."
Alex obeyed the pull of the leash.
He climbed onto the bed slowly—like a knight stripped of armor, reduced to bare skin and obedience. His knees sank into the velvet sheets, his eyes lowered, his collar gleaming in the emerald light of Alfheim's divine moon.
Vira watched him with unreadable pride, her fingers coiled around the leash like a hunter cradling the chain of a tamed beast.
She said nothing.
Not yet.
She simply let the silence draw tighter—until even his breathing felt like a plea for permission.
Then—
She tugged the leash again, pulling him between her parted legs.
Her voice was low, cold, and divine:
"You drank from me for an hour. But that was only the beginning."
She leaned down, eyes locking with his.
"You are mine, Alex. And tonight… I will make sure you never forget what it means to be owned."
She shifted, slowly lowering herself back onto the silk pillows, one leg lifting to rest on his shoulder.
"Start with your tongue," she commanded. "Clean me. Worship me."
"And don't even think of touching your cock."
Alex moved without hesitation.
His mouth descended between her thighs—soft at first, then deeper, more reverent, more desperate. Her warmth was already dripping, slick from the mixture of power, pride, and an hour of untouched arousal.
Vira let her head fall back, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
"That's it…"
"Like a good little pet…"
Her hand tightened on the leash, using it to control the rhythm of his mouth—pulling or slackening depending on how perfectly he pleased her. His tongue moved in slow circles, tracing the folds of her heat with reverent care, tasting her like sacred nectar.
She shivered faintly.
Not from cold.
But from power.
And when he finally found her clit with his lips and sucked—slow, deliberate, obedient—
She gasped.
Her back arched slightly.
Her thighs locked around his head.
And she laughed.
"Even gods don't get worship like this," she breathed.
Then, more forcefully:
"Make me cum, Alex."
"If you want to be worthy of your leash, you'll do it with your mouth alone."
The leash snapped taut in her fist.
And he obeyed.
Like a man baptized in her pleasure.
Alex's tongue moved with practiced reverence—every flick, every circle, every breath tuned to the rhythm of her pleasure. The leash remained taut in Vira's grip, her knuckles pale with the force she applied to his control.
Her inner thighs trembled.
Not from weakness.
But from the raw restraint of a predator delaying climax—not for lack of satisfaction, but to prolong control.
She looked down at him—his head buried between her legs, his back bare, his collar glinting like a slave's halo.
Her voice turned sharper, more commanding.
"Stop."
Alex froze instantly, his lips still brushing her heat.
Vira exhaled slowly.
Then, with one hand, she snapped her fingers.
Magic pulsed through the room.
The sheets bound his wrists in glowing golden vines, pulling his arms tight behind him. He fell forward onto his chest with a grunt, pinned.
She stood above him, looming like a goddess of the hunt.
"Good," she murmured. "Now we play properly."
Vira climbed onto his back, straddling him with deliberate pressure—her bare hips pressing down against his skin. Her warmth rubbed against the small of his spine, her breasts brushing his shoulder as she leaned down.
Her voice brushed his ear like a blade in silk:
"Do you know what you are right now?"
Alex breathed slowly, still bound. "…Yours."
"No," she whispered.
"You're my reward."
She trailed a hand down his side—cool fingers gliding along his ribs, his waist, his hip—until she reached his cock.
Already hard.
Already leaking.
Vira laughed softly.
"How shameless."
"You get this hard just from serving? From being milked like a good obedient pet?"
She squeezed him once—slow, cruel, satisfying.
Then let go.
"No release yet."
She reached again, this time beneath herself—and rubbed her slick folds along the length of his back, coating him in her heat.
"I'm going to use you," she whispered. "But not for your pleasure."
"For mine."
She reached beneath and positioned his cock without unbinding him, then sat down on him slowly, burying his length inside her in one divine, pulsing motion.
Her breath hitched—but she didn't moan.
She growled.
And once she was fully seated—once her walls clenched down around him like velvet fire—she grabbed the leash again.
"Now," she whispered, rising and lowering her hips.
"Serve me."
"Give me your body."
"But you…"
She yanked the leash sharply, forcing his head back.
"…will not cum."
Not until I say."
And she rode him—
as a queen who owned her knight.
Her servant.
Her prize.
Vira's rhythm grew harsher.
Her body moved like a storm wrapped in silk—rising, falling, grinding down onto him with calculated dominance. Each motion squeezed his cock in pulsing waves of heat, her walls clenching around him like a spellbound trap designed for worship and torment both.
Alex groaned into the sheets, wrists still bound, arms pinned, body stretched beneath her weight as she used him.
Not lovingly.
Not tenderly.
But with sovereign purpose.
"You're trembling," she whispered, her breath warm against the back of his neck. "Is it that hard… not to cum?"
Alex gasped out a broken "yes," his voice thick with restraint.
She smiled.
And tightened the leash.
"You've lasted long enough. Obeyed without a single plea. Served without question."
She leaned down until her lips brushed his ear again—sweet, cruel, and quiet.
"Now I'll allow it."
"But only when I say…"
She began to move harder.
Faster.
Her thighs slapped against his hips with each thrust downward, her moans rising in volume, but still refined—more like commands than surrender.
She was close.
And he could feel it.
Her grip on the leash tightened.
Her walls clenched harder.
And just as he reached the edge—
"Now," she whispered.
The word struck like lightning.
His body obeyed instantly.
He came—hard—spilling deep inside her as a guttural cry tore from his throat. The force of it shook him, ripped through every muscle he had fought to keep still. His hands clenched uselessly behind him, legs trembling, mind dissolving into white.
And Vira?
She rode it out perfectly—timing her final grind to match the shudder of his release.
She came with him, silent but shaking—her breath caught, her eyes glowing, her body throbbing as she collapsed onto his back with a quiet exhale.
For a long time…
Neither moved.
Only the sounds of their breath filled the royal chamber.
Then—
Vira unwrapped the golden vines binding his wrists with a simple flick of her fingers.
The leash remained.
But she loosened her grip.
She leaned down, resting her cheek against his sweat-damp shoulder.
"You did well," she whispered, lips barely moving.
Her fingers traced the collar.
"You remembered your place."
And for once…
Her voice wasn't commanding.
It was… proud.
She pressed a kiss to the back of his neck—then closed her eyes.
"I'll let you sleep beside me tonight."
"Just this once."
And as the stars above Alfheim spun silently outside the window, Vira curled around her knight—not as a queen claiming power.
But as a woman keeping what was hers.
The chamber remained bathed in dim, emerald moonlight.
Vira hadn't yet risen from the bed.
Alex lay beside her, arms still loose from the unbound restraints, the collar still wrapped around his throat, its leash draped over her wrist like a silken claim.
Her golden eyes were half-lidded, thoughtful—watching him not with hunger now, but with lingering possession.
Then she spoke.
Calmly. Casually.
"Do you want to pee?"
Alex blinked, still breathless, still processing.
"…No," he answered quietly.
She turned her head slightly.
Raised one brow.
"Are you sure?"
Her voice had that note again—that quiet, pressing edge that didn't ask.
It coaxed.
Demanded truth beneath obedience.
Alex hesitated.
Then murmured,
"…Yes."
Her lips curved into a slow smile.
"Good boy."
Without lifting her voice, she tugged the leash.
"On all fours."
He obeyed instantly, crawling off the bed as she sat up behind him. The leash pulled tight in her hand, guiding him like a beast through the chamber—his knees soft against the velvet carpets, the air brushing against his bare back.
She walked ahead, the leash drawing him behind her like a shadow.
Past the silken curtains.
To the marble-framed private bath that lay beyond the arch of her chamber.
The bathroom, as lavish as the rest of the royal suite, shimmered in silver-gold light. A wide basin stood in the center, glowing with enchantment. Fine tiles etched with elven runes stretched underfoot.
Vira stepped to the side, pulling him to a stop at the edge.
She didn't look away from him.
Her tone was absolute.
"Pee."
Alex lowered his gaze.
And obeyed.
There was no shame in her eyes as she watched.
Only power.
And a strange, quiet satisfaction.
As if marking him with every act, no matter how mundane.
Because for Vira Sunleaf…
Even this—
Was hers.
The sound of Alex's stream faded, echoing softly in the vast marble chamber.
He exhaled quietly, still on all fours, head lowered.
And then—
Vira stepped forward.
She reached out.
And gently patted his head.
"Good boy."
Her voice was warm now—low and smooth, laced with pleased dominance. Her fingers moved slowly through his hair, not like a lover comforting her partner, but like a queen rewarding a perfectly obedient pet.
She tilted her head, golden eyes narrowing slightly.
"I want to pee too."
She stepped past him, still holding the leash in one hand, her bare feet silent against the tile as she walked to the polished throne-like seat near the enchanted basin—shaped elegantly to accommodate both royalty and ritual.
She turned, looked over her shoulder, and said flatly:
"Watch me."
Then she lowered herself down.
Elegant. Casual. Unashamed.
She spread her legs slightly, her glistening folds on full display, still flushed from earlier. Alex remained where he was—silent, obedient, watching her every movement without question.
And then—
She let go.
A soft stream flowed from her, delicate and precise, splashing gently into the basin. Her expression never wavered—she met his eyes the entire time, unblinking.
As if to say: this too is power.
When she finished, she remained seated for a moment, legs still apart, her body exposed without shame.
Her voice returned, smooth and cold:
"Come."
Alex crawled forward without hesitation.
She pointed.
"There."
"The parts that are dirty."
"Clean them."
He obeyed.
His hands never moved.
Only his mouth.
His tongue met her inner thighs first—warm, slow strokes along the skin just beneath her hips, tasting the final remnants of her release. Then he moved upward, carefully licking her clean—between her folds, across the heat of her entrance, up to the soft crown of her clit.
Vira exhaled quietly, not in lust—but satisfaction.
He was doing what he was made for.
"Thoroughly," she whispered. "I don't want to feel a single drop that doesn't belong."
His tongue obeyed—slow, reverent, methodical.
And when she was satisfied…
She leaned back slightly.
And smiled.
"You really are perfect when you're on your knees."
Alex finished his task slowly, carefully.
Not a drop remained.
His tongue had cleaned every inch she ordered him to, his lips having brushed softly across the folds of her pride, his breath warming her thighs with quiet submission.
When he finally pulled back, Vira remained seated—legs spread, one hand resting lazily on the leash that still bound him to her.
She looked down at him with a calm, pleased smile.
Then—
She reached out again.
And gently patted his head.
"Good boy," she said softly, as if praising a loyal hound who had followed every instruction without hesitation.
Her fingers stroked through his hair once… then again.
She tilted her head.
"Was it delicious?"
Alex lifted his eyes to hers, voice quiet but sincere.
"…Yes. It was delicious."
Her golden eyes gleamed.
"Mm."
She smiled, pleased.
"That's good."
Her tone shifted slightly—more amused now, but still sharp beneath the sweetness.
"Next time I pee…"
Her eyes narrowed with quiet promise.
"…I'll use your mouth."
Her fingers tugged gently on the leash, reeling him forward until his cheek rested once more on her thigh.
"So you can drink it."
"Properly."
She stroked his hair again, slower now—possessive, fond, claiming him as wholly and absolutely hers.
"That way…"
"You'll never forget what you are."
Vira remained seated for a moment longer—her fingers still combing gently through Alex's hair, her voice still echoing with the last edge of command.
But then…
She stood.
Still nude, still radiant under Alfheim's silver light, yet quieter now.
More human.
She gave the leash a gentle tug.
"Come," she said softly. "Back to the bed."
Alex followed without resistance, crawling behind her as she led him across the chamber once more. The carpet muffled their steps, the weight of earlier dominance still clinging faintly to the air.
When they reached the bed, Vira stepped aside and motioned.
"Get on."
He obeyed—climbing onto the silk sheets and settling onto his knees.
She watched him for a moment.
Then—without a word—she set the leash down.
And reached behind his neck.
Her fingers unbuckled the collar.
It fell silently into her hand.
She placed it gently on the bedside table.
When she looked at him again…
Her gaze had changed.
The command was gone.
The performance had faded.
What remained was just Vira—bare, proud, but quietly vulnerable.
She climbed into the bed beside him.
And hugged him.
Without force.
Without posture.
Just arms around his waist, face pressed to his chest.
Alex held her gently in return—one arm around her back, the other stroking her hair.
Because he understood.
Not just the ritual.
Not just the obedience.
But her.
He felt her breath against his skin. Slow. Uneven.
Then she spoke.
"…I'm sorry."
Her voice was smaller now.
"I should have asked first. About all of that."
She hesitated—then continued, her words quiet and real.
"I don't hate Yuka. I… I see her as my own daughter. I'm not jealous of her. Or Amaterasu. Or any of the others."
She closed her eyes.
"I don't even believe half the things I said tonight about you being mine or forgetting the others. That's not what I feel."
"I was just…"
Her voice broke slightly.
"…sulking."
She clutched him tighter, her cheek brushing his chest.
"I wanted your attention. I didn't know how to ask for it gently."
Then—more hesitantly—
"Do you despise me? For being this kind of wife?"
Alex responded immediately, his voice soft but unwavering.
"…I could never despise my wife."
She didn't speak at first.
But her arms tightened around him.
And then—
She laughed.
Just a little.
A quiet breath, shaky but real.
"I'm glad…" she whispered. "To have a husband like you."
She tilted her head up, golden eyes shimmering faintly.
"Next time… can we do it again?"
Alex looked into her eyes.
"If it makes you happy," he said gently, "then yes."
Her lips curved into a small smile.
Because she knew.
He wasn't her pet.
And she didn't truly want him to be.
She wanted him as he was.
Her husband.
And tonight, even through the games, the power, the ritual…
She had never forgotten that.
Not once.
They lay together in silence.
No roles. No leash. No weight of performance.
Just skin to skin.
Heartbeat to heartbeat.
Vira's cheek remained pressed against his chest, her breath slow now, warm against his skin. Alex ran his fingers through her long green hair, untangling the strands with care, letting them spill over his hand like threads of spring.
For a while, neither of them said anything.
But the silence was full.
Full of trust.
Full of something earned.
Then—
Her voice came again.
Softer than before.
"I want to get better."
Alex blinked. "…Better?"
"At showing it," she whispered. "That I care. For you. For Yuka. For everyone else, too."
She shifted, propping herself up on one arm so she could look into his eyes.
"I know I play rough. I know I push boundaries. And I won't stop being who I am…"
Her fingers brushed his cheek.
"But I also want you to know… I'll always love your children like they're mine."
She hesitated.
"Because they are."
"And even if I compete with the others, tease them, challenge them… I still respect what they mean to you."
Her golden eyes softened.
"I might not say it often. But I'll show it. More. Bit by bit."
She rested her forehead against his, voice steady now.
"Because I'm not just your wife in name."
"I want to be your partner. For real."
Alex held her tighter.
"…You already are."
A breath escaped her lips—part laugh, part relief.
She closed her eyes and smiled.
"Then next time," she whispered, "when I'm feeling sulky… just kiss me before I spiral, alright?"
Alex smirked faintly. "Even if you've got me by the leash?"
"Especially then," she said, grinning.
They stayed like that, curled together beneath the soft moonlight spilling through the curtains—no crown, no collar, no ritual.
Just Vira.
And Alex.
A wife and husband.
And somewhere, between the teasing and the powerplay, the possessiveness and the pride…
A soft promise had taken root.
One that would carry them into every tomorrow.
Together.
Chapter 323 – Morning Among Queens (18+)
The morning light of Alfheim was softer than anywhere else in the world—like gold passed through dew. It filtered into Vira's private bedchamber in delicate bands, illuminating the silk curtains and the tangle of warmth on the bed.
Alex stirred first.
Still naked beneath the velvet sheets, he blinked up toward the ceiling of vine-carved ivory. A moment later, the arms around his chest shifted.
Vira.
Still half-asleep, she nuzzled into him with a faint sigh. Her bare legs tangled with his, her breath warm against his throat.
Neither moved beyond that.
There was no rush.
No command.
Only quiet comfort.
And then—
A pulse of light shimmered in the far end of the room.
The teleportation circle bloomed.
And from it stepped Ciel.
Clad in her usual flowing white and silver robes, her long silver-white hair shimmered like moonlight under the morning glow. Her golden eyes scanned the room—and found them immediately.
Alex and Vira.
Naked.
Entwined.
But peaceful.
There was no shock in her expression.
Just the faintest knowing smile.
Vira blinked once, then lazily raised her head and smirked.
"Good morning, big sister."
Ciel walked closer, her hands folded elegantly before her. "You look content."
"I am," Vira replied without hesitation, sitting up slightly and brushing her hair behind her ear.
Alex gave a small nod of greeting. "Morning, Ciel."
Ciel's eyes lingered on them both for a moment. "No shame. That's good."
Vira laughed softly. "We've gone past shame, haven't we?"
Ciel pulled over a nearby chair and sat gracefully at Vira's bedside, legs crossed.
"I came because I was curious," she said with her usual calm. "You asked him to stay the night, which doesn't happen often. So tell me, little sister…"
Her golden gaze sharpened slightly—still warm, but gently probing.
"…how was your experience?"
Vira's smile deepened.
She pushed herself upright, not bothering to cover herself, proud as always. The sunlight kissed her bare shoulders and the elegant curve of her form.
"It was perfect," she said, almost purring. "He obeyed everything. Without hesitation. He drank my milk all night again. Crawled when I told him to. Sucked where I pointed. Worshiped me."
Her voice held a smug glow.
"But that wasn't the best part."
Ciel tilted her head slightly. "No?"
"The best part…" Vira's voice softened, "was afterward."
"He held me. He forgave me. He saw me not as a mistress, but as his wife. He didn't need me to apologize. But he let me."
Ciel's smile returned, a bit more tender now.
"You let your pride down."
"I did."
"You're growing."
"I'm trying."
They sat like that for a few moments—three figures sharing morning light, no tension between them.
Then—
Ciel glanced thoughtfully at Alex.
Then back at Vira.
Her tone was light, but teasingly curious:
"So…"
Her gaze narrowed slightly.
"Was it really okay for him to drink your piss?"
Alex froze slightly.
Vira?
Didn't blink.
She tilted her head and smiled—proud, calm, and utterly unashamed.
"Of course."
She reached for Alex's hand under the sheets and squeezed it gently.
"The urine of a female high elf—especially one of royal blood—isn't dirty."
Her voice turned faintly smug again.
"It's closer to nectar. Or elixir. We're not human. Our bodies refine everything."
She leaned back on her palms, emerald green hair spilling over her shoulder.
"In some cultures, it's considered sacred. In older treaties, our golden water was used to baptize peace pacts with other races."
Ciel blinked once.
Then smiled faintly.
"Alfheim is strange."
Vira smirked. "So is love."
And Alex?
He didn't say a word.
But in the warmth of the morning…
He didn't need to.
Vira leaned back, still bare beneath the silken sheets, her emerald green hair cascading over her shoulder like a curtain of forest light. Her eyes remained sharp, proud—but now tinged with an almost academic confidence.
"And not just high elves," she added casually, as if she were lecturing two scholars instead of cuddling beside her naked husband. "The same is true for our goddesses."
Ciel raised an eyebrow, but didn't interrupt.
Vira continued, her tone unwavering.
"The divine bodies of true goddesses refine waste differently from mortals. Their nectar—yes, even that—is laced with essence, purity, and mana alignment. It's not filth. It's a distillation of their power. Some can heal with it. Others bless land with it. For high-level rituals, it's even used in potion forging."
She tilted her head.
"Amaterasu. Skuld. Freyja. Even Queen Ao—they all carry the same sacred trait. Their bodies do not produce impurity."
Then her voice lowered just a touch, with a teasing glint.
"Of course, there are… exceptions."
Ciel blinked. "…Exceptions?"
Vira smirked.
"Aphrodite, for one. And a few other goddesses who… prioritize pleasure over purification. They're radiant in form, yes, but their energy is chaotic. Lust-oriented bodies often lack the harmony to refine waste into blessing."
She waved her hand dismissively.
"Still divine. Just… different properties. You wouldn't drink from Aphrodite unless you wanted to be drunk for three days and wake up with an obsession."
Alex blinked at that.
Ciel chuckled softly behind her sleeve. "That… sounds about right."
Vira leaned in again, resting her cheek against Alex's shoulder, voice calmer now.
"But from me?"
She nuzzled him slightly, smiling.
"It's not filth, Alex. It's mine."
"It's sacred."
Then, with a faint, playful whisper—
"And next time, you'll drink it properly."
Vira shifted slightly against Alex's chest.
Then sat up.
She gave a slow stretch, arms above her head, her emerald hair cascading like a silken waterfall down her back. The morning light caught her skin—still bare, still proud.
She glanced over her shoulder toward Ciel.
"Oh…" she said softly, almost casually, "It's about time."
Ciel tilted her head. "Time for what?"
Vira smirked faintly and turned toward Alex with narrowed eyes—hungry, knowing.
He met her gaze.
He didn't need to ask.
He already knew.
Vira stood from the bed with unhurried grace and gave the leash on the bedside table a small flick with her fingers. The silk rope floated into her palm as if it had always belonged there.
She walked past Alex.
Then paused.
"Come," she said, without even looking.
Alex rose wordlessly, following her with practiced steps—nude, calm, entirely attuned to her rhythm.
Ciel remained seated beside the bed, watching with curious interest—neither judging nor amused. Simply observing.
Vira didn't hide what came next.
She led Alex across the chamber and into the private bathing area—a familiar sanctuary carved with ancient elven patterns and enchanted with subtle floral-scented air.
She stopped in front of the ceremonial basin and turned toward Ciel, who stood just beyond the open archway now, quietly following.
Vira smiled.
"You said you were curious, didn't you, big sister?"
Ciel said nothing. She simply nodded once—eyes calm, open.
Vira turned to Alex.
"On your knees."
He obeyed.
Without shame.
Without hesitation.
Vira stepped closer, standing over him with casual authority.
And then—
She let go.
A warm stream flowed downward, golden and pure, cascading directly into Alex's open mouth. He accepted it without flinching, without hesitation. His eyes closed gently as he drank, lips sealed with care, swallowing slowly—carefully.
Ciel watched in silence.
There was no mockery in her gaze.
Only fascination.
Even reverence.
Vira finished, stepping back slowly.
Alex gently licked the last drop from her thigh, then bowed his head once—offering himself not out of humiliation…
But love.
Vira's expression didn't soften.
But her voice did.
She looked to Ciel.
"See?"
"It's not shameful."
She touched Alex's head again, stroking through his hair with fingers that now carried warmth.
"It's sacred."
Ciel nodded slowly.
"…I believe you."
Vira stepped away from the basin, barefoot and radiant, her emerald green hair swaying gently behind her as she approached Alex—who remained kneeling, head still lowered, lips faintly wet.
She stood over him for only a moment.
Then she knelt.
Not to diminish herself.
But to meet him equally, eye to eye.
Her golden gaze was unwavering.
"You see now," she whispered, voice soft but proud. "It's not filth."
She took his face gently in both hands.
"It's me."
And then—
She kissed him.
Not as a test.
Not as a command.
But as Vira.
As his wife.
Their lips met—open, warm, hungry.
Her tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting what remained of her essence on his breath, claiming it.
Claiming him.
Alex kissed her back fully, without hesitation, his hands rising to cup her waist as their mouths danced—not with restraint, but mutual surrender.
The kiss deepened.
Slow and sensual, their tongues intertwined—sharing breath, heat, and the intimacy of complete trust.
Behind them, Ciel remained still.
Watching.
She didn't interrupt.
Because this moment was no longer about ritual.
It was about bond.
Vira pulled away only when breath demanded it.
A faint thread of saliva still connected their mouths.
She smiled faintly, cheeks flushed from more than just arousal.
"You drank from me. You kissed me after. And you didn't flinch."
She leaned her forehead against his.
"That's why you're mine."
Chapter 324 – A Sister's Privilege (18+)
The light in Vira's chamber remained soft—draped in silver and morning green, glowing through translucent leaves woven into the high elven canopy. The room, though still marked by dominance and devotion, now carried a deeper stillness.
The kind that came after truth had been spoken… and accepted.
Vira, still seated with Alex kneeling before her, exhaled softly and turned her head toward the woman who had silently watched without judgment.
Ciel.
Elegant.
Serene.
Unshaken.
Her golden eyes reflected no embarrassment, only quiet understanding. She stood at the edge of the arched bathing entrance, arms loosely crossed—not distant, but present.
Vira smiled.
A real one.
She rose, taking Alex's hand as she stood, and stepped barefoot back into the main chamber. She approached the bed, then glanced over her shoulder at Ciel—who had not moved.
"Big sister…"
Her voice was quiet.
But sincere.
"I want you to join us."
Ciel blinked once.
Then met her eyes.
Vira stepped closer.
"You're the only one I could give such a privilege to."
Her gaze held no rivalry.
Only trust.
"I love you."
"I respect you."
"You were the first woman I ever looked up to… the first one I ever wanted to be worthy of."
She extended her hand—not as a princess offering favor, but as a younger sister reaching for someone she deeply admired.
Ciel said nothing at first.
Then she smiled—gently, like dawn breaking through the mist.
She walked forward and took Vira's hand.
"Then I accept."
Vira's expression flickered, just slightly—relief, pride, and warmth.
The three of them—Vira, Ciel, and Alex—walked slowly to the bed.
No games.
No teasing.
Just quiet unity.
Ciel slipped beneath the sheets beside them, her presence bringing a sense of balance to the room. Vira curled in on one side of Alex, Ciel on the other—both women resting their heads gently against him.
His arms wrapped around them instinctively.
And for a while…
They said nothing.
Because this wasn't lust.
It was trust.
It was closeness earned.
A new kind of intimacy, one that didn't need to be spoken aloud.
Only held.
And so, in the stillness of the morning, under the canopy of Alfheim, the three of them drifted into soft rest.
Together.
The silence between the three lingered—comforting, steady.
Vira lay nestled against Alex's right side, her emerald green hair fanned across his chest like cascading ivy. Ciel rested gracefully against his left, her presence cool and luminous, her fingers gently tracing the edge of his hand beneath the sheets.
No words passed for a while.
Only the quiet rhythm of breath shared by those no longer needing to prove anything.
And then—
Vira shifted slightly.
She lifted her head just enough to meet Alex's eyes.
Her voice was low, but clear.
"Alex…"
He turned his gaze toward her—soft, open, waiting.
Vira swallowed once.
Then said quietly,
"May I ask something?"
Alex nodded. "Of course."
She held his gaze, golden eyes searching.
"I want to ask your permission."
"For everything I did last night."
Her voice did not tremble—but it lowered, laced with sincerity.
"The leash. The collar. The commands. The way I used your mouth. Your body. All of it…"
"I want to hear you say it was okay."
She paused, then added more softly:
"I want to hear you give it… freely."
Alex didn't hesitate.
He reached up, brushing a lock of green hair from her cheek.
"I give you permission," he said gently.
"I agreed to all of it."
"And if doing those things makes you feel close to me… seen… loved…"
He smiled faintly.
"Then I'll let you do them again."
Vira's breath hitched slightly.
She blinked once.
Then smiled back—full of affection now, not pride.
"I'll still ask next time," she whispered.
Alex chuckled softly. "I know."
Ciel, eyes still closed beside them, smiled as well.
Vira lowered her head again, resting her cheek just above his heart.
And in that silence…
Consent became something deeper than formality.
It became trust.
It became love.
Later that morning, with the light drifting higher through the canopy of Alfheim, the stillness gave way to movement.
Vira rose first, slipping out from under the sheets with natural grace. Her emerald green hair shimmered like living silk in the morning glow. She walked across the room—bare, confident—and opened a velvet-lined drawer near the wall.
From within, she retrieved the familiar collar and leash.
Polished.
Clean.
Prepared.
She returned to the bed, sitting elegantly beside Alex.
Her fingers brushed along his neck as she lifted the collar.
"May I?" she asked, her voice calm but expectant.
Alex looked up at her, then gave a slight nod of consent.
She smiled softly—then fastened the collar around his throat, the click of the buckle quiet but final. The leash trailed from her fingers like a silken ribbon of possession.
She admired him for a moment.
Then Ciel stirred beside him, sitting up with quiet elegance. Her golden eyes rested on the scene with calm acceptance, but she did not reach for the leash.
"I don't think I could ever do that," Ciel said gently.
"I love him… too simply."
Her voice held no judgment—only honesty.
"I don't want him to kneel for me. I just want to sit beside him. Touch his hand. Hear his voice."
Vira turned toward her, still holding the leash lightly between two fingers.
"And that's fine," she replied, voice warm but confident. "You don't have to order him."
She tugged the leash once—softly, but pointedly.
"I'll order him for you."
She looked at Alex, eyes narrowed with playful command.
"He'll serve me."
"Because I enjoy that part of him."
Ciel smiled faintly. "And I enjoy the part that doesn't need commands."
Vira exhaled through her nose—half laugh, half agreement.
"Then we both get what we want."
She leaned down and whispered to Alex:
"Because he's strong enough to give himself to both of us."
And Alex?
He met both their gazes.
And nodded.
The leash coiled loosely around Vira's fingers.
Her posture was relaxed—yet there was unmistakable weight in her gaze. The kind of gaze only a queen could carry. She looked down at Alex, still collared, still obedient.
And then turned her attention to Ciel.
"I want you to watch," she said softly.
Ciel blinked once.
Vira's voice wasn't teasing this time.
It was calm. Intentional. Intimate.
"I want to show you what it looks like when someone gives himself to you completely."
Ciel did not move. She only nodded once, her golden eyes steady.
Vira leaned forward and whispered near Alex's ear:
"On your knees."
He moved instantly, muscles shifting beneath bare skin as he slid down the bed and settled between her legs on the floor, the silk sheets brushing his back.
"Kiss me."
Vira parted her thighs slowly.
Not with vulgarity.
But with ritual.
Alex leaned in without hesitation, pressing his lips reverently to the inside of her thigh. Then lower. Then deeper.
Ciel watched.
Her expression didn't change—she simply observed, as Vira had asked. Her hands folded neatly on her lap, one leg crossed over the other. She didn't avert her gaze, nor did she react with discomfort.
Because it wasn't shameful.
It was trust in motion.
Vira breathed out softly as Alex's tongue moved with deliberate, skilled care. Her hand rested gently on his head, fingers curling through his hair—not forcing, not controlling… just guiding.
"He knows what I like," she murmured toward Ciel.
"He remembers every reaction. Every breath."
Ciel tilted her head slightly, her voice soft. "He's always like that."
Vira smiled faintly.
"Good."
She pulled slightly on the leash as Alex worked—his lips finding her most sensitive spot, his tongue teasing and worshiping with precision.
She gasped.
Quietly.
Not with weakness—but delight.
Her back arched slightly.
Her toes curled.
Still, she never looked away from Ciel.
"You see?"
Her voice trembled now, threaded with breath.
"He's not just obedient. He's devoted."
Ciel nodded slowly. "And you… trust him enough to fall apart in front of me."
Vira exhaled, fingers tightening.
"I trust him enough… to let him own this part of me."
Alex's pace intensified, lips sealed, tongue deeper—until Vira's breath caught completely.
She came.
Silently.
Powerfully.
Her thighs trembled, her hand clenching the leash with white-knuckled grace, and she pressed his face against her with a quiet moan only Ciel and the walls of Alfheim would ever hear.
And when it passed—
She collapsed slowly back onto the bed, one arm draped across her forehead.
"…Just like that," she breathed.
Alex remained kneeling.
Ciel finally spoke again.
Her voice was quieter now.
"…You didn't humiliate him."
Vira turned her head slightly, still panting.
"I never would."
Ciel looked at Alex, then back at Vira.
"Then… maybe I understand now."
Vira smirked.
"I didn't ask you to understand."
She reached down and gently stroked Alex's head.
"I just wanted you to see."
Vira's breathing steadied as she reclined against the pillows, her legs still parted slightly, Alex still kneeling at the edge of the bed—silent, waiting.
She ran her fingers through his hair once more.
Then turned her gaze to Ciel.
Her smirk returned—soft, but edged with amusement and something warmer. Something… familial.
"Big sister," she said, her voice still husky from release, "you've been watching all this time."
Ciel looked at her calmly. "I said I would."
Vira nodded.
"And now I want you to feel it, too."
Ciel blinked once. "Feel what?"
Vira gestured with her hand, lightly twirling the leash.
"His devotion."
Ciel's eyes flicked down to Alex, who remained still, waiting for either of them to speak.
Then—
Vira gave the command.
"Alex."
He looked up.
She pointed toward Ciel, then down.
"Lick her toes."
Ciel's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't pull back.
She looked at Alex.
Alex met her eyes.
Then lowered himself further, gracefully crawling across the bed until he reached the foot of where Ciel sat. She had one leg tucked beneath her, the other resting gently across the sheets.
He reached her foot and paused.
Ciel watched him—expression unreadable.
Then she spoke, softly:
"You don't have to—"
But before she could finish, Alex leaned forward.
And kissed her foot.
Not playfully.
Not perfunctorily.
But with the same reverent grace he had given to Vira.
His lips brushed over her toes, soft and slow. Then his tongue followed, tracing the curve of her skin, the ridges and spaces between, as if every inch were sacred.
Ciel inhaled slowly.
Her hand gripped the sheet.
Not from shock.
But from something else.
Something she hadn't expected.
Heat.
Vira chuckled softly from where she lay. "See?"
"He's not just mine. He's yours too. And he knows how to show it."
Alex continued without pause—moving from one toe to the next, his tongue sliding, curling gently beneath, his breath warm against Ciel's skin.
Ciel exhaled, almost shakily.
Her eyes half-lidded now.
"…It's strange," she murmured.
Vira tilted her head. "What is?"
"I thought I would feel embarrassed."
She looked down at Alex, now licking along her sole like a servant at worship.
"But I don't."
"I feel…"
She hesitated.
"…cherished."
Vira smiled lazily.
"Now you're starting to understand."
As Alex continued to kiss and worship Ciel's toes, the tension between the three of them shifted.
Not with heat.
But with intimacy.
Vira sat up slowly, stretching with feline grace. Her emerald green hair tumbled down her back in lush waves. Then, with an elegant motion, she reached toward a lacquered wooden chest at the edge of the bed.
She opened it.
Inside, nestled within folds of soft velvet, lay a gleaming pair of gold nipple clamps—delicately designed, with fine filigree in the shapes of vine and moonlight. The chains connecting them were light but strong, woven with tiny elven charms for balance and resonance.
Alex paused, his lips still touching Ciel's skin, as both women looked toward the box.
Vira lifted the clamps, letting them dangle between her fingers. They swayed gently, catching the morning light.
"I don't wear these all the time," she said with a quiet smirk. "But often."
Alex remembered them clearly.
He'd seen her wearing them once before—at the onsen hotel.
She hadn't said much about them then.
But the image had stayed with him.
Vira looked toward Ciel now, her smile softening. "And I gave you a set too."
Ciel blinked. "The gold and silver ones?"
Vira nodded. "Yes. Only for you."
Ciel hesitated a moment… then smiled faintly.
"I still keep them," she said. "In the original box. Very carefully."
Vira's eyes shimmered with satisfaction. "Good girl."
Ciel rose gracefully from the bed and summoned her box from storage with a flick of magic—a small, black lacquered case adorned with silver etchings. She placed it gently beside Vira's and opened it.
Inside gleamed her own pair: one gold, one silver.
A quiet stillness fell between them.
A rare shared moment.
Vira licked her lips, eyes glinting.
"…Let's wear them together."
Ciel tilted her head, golden eyes gleaming with soft amusement.
"You want me to put them on you?"
Vira nodded. "And I'll put yours on you."
"Bond between sisters," she added, half-teasing but wholly sincere.
Ciel smiled, just faintly. "…Very well."
They moved closer to one another on the bed, sitting cross-legged, knee to knee. Alex remained kneeling beside them, watching silently, respectfully—knowing this moment wasn't just about stimulation, but trust and intimacy layered in years of shared respect.
Vira offered the gold clamps into Ciel's hand.
"Be gentle," she said softly.
Ciel leaned forward, her fingers surprisingly delicate as she reached out and carefully positioned the clamps onto Vira's nipples—her touch firm, her precision exact. Vira let out a low breath as the pressure tightened, the gold glinting against her skin.
Then—
Ciel presented her chest silently.
No command.
Just invitation.
Vira smiled.
And mirrored the gesture—lifting the silver-and-gold pair, then carefully attaching them to Ciel's breasts with equal care and reverence.
Neither of them looked away.
When it was done, they leaned back slightly, admiring each other.
The matching clamps shimmered like ceremonial jewelry between them—ornamental, sensual, symbolic.
Vira exhaled.
"…Perfect."
The bed had become their shared sanctuary.
Vira, now adorned with her golden nipple clamps, sat proudly—legs folded beneath her, emerald hair spilling like a living banner down her back. Ciel sat across from her, equally bare, the gold-and-silver clamps glinting elegantly on her chest. Her expression remained composed, though her breath had grown ever so slightly shallower.
And Alex knelt between them.
Silent.
Present.
Vira reached again for the leash, her fingers curling around it like a ribbon of fate.
She gave it a gentle tug—pulling Alex toward Ciel.
"Go," she said softly.
"Put your mouth on her."
Ciel's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't move away.
Alex leaned forward, and without a word, gently took one of Ciel's nipples between his lips.
He began to suck—slowly, reverently, letting his tongue swirl around the sensitive tip. The clamp remained attached, but Ciel gasped softly at the added sensation. Her hand instinctively found his shoulder, but she didn't stop him.
Vira smiled.
"Good boy."
She watched with satisfaction as Ciel's breath quickened, her cheeks warming with color as Alex continued to suckle—then moved to her other breast, offering it equal devotion.
Vira gave the leash another small tug.
"Now…"
Her voice lowered, heavier with intention.
"Start from her feet."
"Lick your way up."
"To her thighs. Her hips. Her stomach. Her breasts again. Her throat…"
"And don't stop until you reach her lips."
Alex obeyed without hesitation.
He shifted, pressing his lips to Ciel's foot—then slowly began his journey upward.
His tongue glided over her skin with care and precision, tracing every inch of her leg with heat and reverence. Ciel's composure trembled faintly, her breaths short and audible, her eyes flickering with every kiss, every touch.
Up her calves.
Her thighs.
Her hips.
The heat in the room grew deeper, quieter, more sacred.
He paused at her breasts once more—licking around the clamps, kissing gently beneath them—then moved to her collarbone, her neck.
Ciel's hand touched his cheek gently, as if to steady herself.
And finally…
He reached her lips.
Their mouths met softly—no tongue at first, just contact, sealed with meaning.
Then a deeper kiss.
Slow.
Sensual.
Full of unspoken love.
Vira watched.
Then…
Her voice broke the silence with the clarity of a commandment.
"Alex."
He turned, lips still close to Ciel's.
Vira's eyes gleamed, serious now—not teasing.
"Make a child with her."
"Right now."
Ciel's eyes widened—but she didn't protest.
She looked into Alex's eyes.
And simply whispered—
"…If you wish to."
Ciel's breath lingered on Alex's lips.
The space between them narrowed until there was no distance at all—just warmth, and breath, and history. She gazed into his eyes, her golden irises trembling slightly, but not from fear.
From emotion.
"…If you wish to."
Alex didn't answer with words.
Instead, he kissed her again—softly, with both hands cradling her face like something fragile and sacred. Ciel leaned into it, her arms wrapping gently around his back, pulling him closer as the gold and silver clamps brushed against his chest.
Vira remained where she was—legs folded, leash still in hand, her eyes following every movement.
Not with lustful hunger.
But quiet reverence.
She had given her command, and now she watched it be fulfilled—not as a ruler, but as a sister proud of the love unfolding before her.
Alex's hand slowly trailed down Ciel's body—fingertips gliding over the elegant slope of her waist, across her hip, then between her thighs. She gasped softly against his mouth, her legs parting instinctively, welcoming him.
"Alex…" she whispered.
He didn't stop.
He slid himself into her slowly—carefully—as if afraid she might disappear in his arms. Their bodies met with no rush, no tension, only deep and sacred rhythm.
Ciel arched her back slightly as he filled her, her hands gripping his shoulders. She pressed her forehead to his and breathed deeply, her voice soft and shaking.
"You're always so gentle with me…"
Alex kissed her again.
And moved.
Each thrust was unhurried—long, smooth, perfectly timed with her breath. Her body welcomed him with warmth and trust, wrapping around him, clutching him as though her soul recognized his.
Vira watched them, eyes soft, one hand resting over her own heart. Her lips curled into the faintest smile.
Not because she felt ownership.
But because this was right.
Alex held Ciel like a lover, worshiped her like a goddess, moved within her like one who knew her heart.
And Ciel?
She gave herself completely.
Her moans were breathy, almost too delicate to hear—until she cried out softly, her hands pulling him closer, her eyes moist with overwhelming feeling.
"I love you…"
She whispered it as their foreheads touched again.
"I've always loved you."
Alex's voice was a quiet echo, shaking with his own emotion.
"I love you too."
Their climax wasn't violent or sharp.
It was warm.
Glowing.
Like morning light breaking through mist.
Alex released inside her as she trembled beneath him, her legs locking around his hips, her nails pressed lightly into his back. Their breathing slowed as they held each other in the afterglow—foreheads touching, hearts pounding together.
Vira approached at last, kneeling beside the bed.
She placed a soft kiss on Ciel's temple, then one on Alex's shoulder.
And whispered:
"…My sister."
"My husband."
"I'm proud of both of you."
They lay there—entwined, warm, safe.
And for the first time, the bond between the three wasn't just visible.
It was complete.
Chapter 325 – "A Taste of You" (18+)
Morning returned gently to Alfheim.
Soft beams of light filtered through the canopy above, spilling over the silken sheets and bare skin of the three entwined figures on the bed. The warmth of rest still lingered, and silence hung in the air like the final note of a sacred melody.
Alex lay in the middle, one arm wrapped around Ciel, the other resting over Vira's waist. Their breaths were calm, rhythmic—matching the golden glow of dawn.
Vira blinked awake first.
She stretched, slowly, like a cat basking in light. Her emerald hair was slightly tousled, cheeks faintly flushed from rest and satisfaction.
She looked at Alex for a long moment.
Then narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.
"…Did I really give you my piss to drink yesterday?" she whispered to herself.
The memory came back in vivid clarity—the command, the obedience, the kiss that followed.
Her expression grew playful.
If I gave him mine…
Her gaze shifted downward.
…what does his taste like?
She sat up slowly, careful not to wake Ciel just yet. Then leaned over Alex and whispered in a voice both teasing and commanding:
"Alex."
His eyes fluttered open slowly.
"…Morning."
Vira gave a sly smile. "Morning, my sweet husband."
She tugged gently at the collar still resting around his neck.
"I have a question."
Alex blinked. "Mm?"
"I gave you mine… now I want yours."
He tilted his head. "Mine?"
She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear.
"I want to taste your piss."
Alex blinked—processing—but said nothing.
Because they both knew by now:
When Vira wanted something… she meant it.
She gently guided him to sit up, still under the covers. Then—without hesitation—she pulled the leash from the nightstand, attached it to his collar, and guided him toward the private basin at the edge of the room.
Ciel stirred slightly, half-awake, but didn't interrupt. She watched in quiet amusement, golden eyes half-lidded, lips faintly curved.
Vira positioned Alex over the basin and looked at him expectantly.
"Go on."
"Pee for me."
He obeyed.
His stream began—clear and steady.
Vira crouched in front of him, watching closely with calm fascination.
Then—without a word—she leaned in and cupped her hand under the stream, collecting it carefully.
She brought it to her lips.
And drank.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"…It's sweet."
She licked her lips again.
Then laughed quietly, almost to herself.
"Actually…"
"It's sweeter than mine."
She stood, a flicker of curiosity glowing in her expression.
"That's not fair. Your piss tastes like honeyed springwater."
Ciel chuckled softly from the bed, rubbing her eyes. "He's always been full of surprises."
Vira gave Alex a smug look. "You really are something else."
Then she kissed him.
Long.
Slow.
And whispered against his lips:
"Next time… I'm drinking it straight from the source."
Vira's whisper lingered in the air like a spark waiting to ignite.
"Next time… I'm drinking it straight from the source."
Her lips brushed against his—warm, tasting faintly of sweetness and bold certainty.
Alex's body stiffened slightly.
Not from fear.
But from a subtle, involuntary reaction that even he hadn't anticipated.
A low, flickering tension passed through his core. His breath hitched, and a faint heat spread down his neck and lower.
Vira leaned back just enough to see his face.
And smirked.
"Oh?"
She chuckled—soft and low, her voice rich with satisfaction.
"I felt that."
Her golden eyes gleamed.
"So that's what it does to you…"
She took his hand, slowly guiding him back toward the basin with a tug of the leash, but this time, she didn't crouch.
She knelt.
Right in front of him.
Still bare.
Still elegant.
She looked up at him, lips slightly parted, tongue wetting them in anticipation.
"I want it now," she whispered.
"No hands. No barrier."
"Let me taste you properly."
Alex stood still for a moment, eyes locked with hers.
Then…
He relaxed.
Vira reached up with both hands—one resting gently on his thigh, the other stroking the back of his calf. She opened her mouth, positioning herself carefully.
And waited.
Alex began to release.
The stream was slow at first—hesitant, uncertain.
But she didn't flinch.
She took it directly into her mouth, swallowing with calm, practiced grace. Her lips stayed sealed, her eyes never leaving his. Every drop he gave her, she accepted without pause—without shame.
There was something reverent about the way she did it.
Not humiliating.
But claiming.
Drinking him, learning him, worshiping him in her own bold, dominant way.
When it ended, she swallowed once more.
Then licked her lips, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as if tasting the final note of a rare wine.
"…Even better than before."
She stood gracefully, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and leaned in to kiss him again.
Not rushed.
Not aggressive.
But full of quiet, victorious pride.
"I told you," she murmured, her breath brushing against his lips.
"Your body belongs to me too."
Vira's lips still hovered near Alex's, her body flush with satisfaction from the act she had just completed. Her emerald green hair draped around her like living silk, a goddess in full control of herself, her man… and the moment.
She turned slightly, her golden eyes flicking to the bed.
Ciel sat there, awake now—watching them calmly, golden gaze steady.
There was no judgment in her eyes.
Only understanding.
And something deeper.
Curiosity… perhaps?
Vira smiled.
Then extended her hand.
"Come," she said softly. "Try it with me."
Ciel didn't blink.
She didn't hesitate.
She simply rose from the bed—graceful and bare, her silver-white hair flowing behind her like light made flesh.
She stepped silently beside Vira and Alex, standing with quiet reverence between them. Her golden-and-silver nipple clamps still shimmered softly against her skin, the faint flush in her cheeks betraying her composed expression.
Vira looked at her proudly.
"I knew you'd understand."
Ciel gave the faintest smile. "I said I wouldn't command him. But I can accept his gift."
Vira gently touched Alex's cheek, then looked up at him.
"Give us a little more," she murmured.
Alex's eyes moved between them—between the high elf who dominated him with pride, and the celestial woman who loved him with soft purity.
And he understood.
He relaxed his body again.
Ciel moved first this time—kneeling down beside Vira, her posture perfectly elegant, as if performing a divine rite.
Vira followed, the two of them side by side, waiting.
Alex began to release once more.
And this time—both of them drank.
Not with urgency.
Not with lust.
But with quiet, mirrored devotion.
Ciel accepted him calmly, her lips barely parting to let the stream pass. Her throat moved in silent swallows. Her expression stayed serene—even peaceful.
Beside her, Vira glanced sideways, pleased by her sister's grace.
When it ended, both women leaned back slowly, golden droplets glistening faintly on their lips before they licked them away with effortless poise.
Ciel exhaled softly.
Then looked at Alex.
"…It's true," she whispered. "It's not shameful."
"It's pure."
Vira grinned and gently nudged her shoulder.
"I told you," she said. "Our husband tastes like spring."
The two of them stood together, and kissed him—Ciel on one cheek, Vira on the other.
Then both embraced him.
Not as pets.
Not as masters.
But as women who knew exactly what they had been given.
The warmth in the air remained, but the fire of dominance had settled into something calmer—like embers glowing beneath soft moss.
Vira leaned against Alex's chest, her hand still lazily holding the now-silent leash. Ciel stood beside them, her expression peaceful, her fingers gently resting along his shoulder.
Then Vira spoke, her voice no longer commanding—but warm.
"…Let's bathe."
Ciel nodded in quiet agreement. "It's time."
Alex didn't speak—he simply followed, as always, without needing words.
The three made their way to the bathing chamber—past arched vines and glowing elven runes etched into marble. The large ceremonial onsen pool shimmered with enchantment, steam rising in gentle wisps that smelled of sakura, eucalyptus, and mana-soaked herbs.
They stepped into the water one by one.
Vira first—sinking in with a soft sigh, her emerald hair floating behind her like a garden in bloom.
Then Ciel—graceful and silent, her silver-white strands fanning out like celestial mist on the water's surface.
Finally Alex—settling between them, the water rippling softly around his body.
There was no tension now.
Only warmth.
Only peace.
Ciel took a cloth from the carved stone edge and dipped it gently, beginning to wash Alex's back with slow, circular motions. Her touch was soft, careful—not to arouse, but to soothe. Her golden eyes were half-lidded, not from tiredness, but serenity.
Vira smiled faintly as she watched them.
Then scooted closer—her breasts brushing his arm beneath the water as she took his hand into hers.
"I like this," she murmured. "No performance. No roles. Just us."
Alex turned toward her, his voice calm. "Me too."
Ciel nodded. "This is… what comes after trust."
She rinsed the cloth, then gently wiped Alex's face—slow, reverent, as if washing something precious. Vira, not to be outdone, reached for a vial of floral oil nearby and poured a few drops into her palm.
She leaned in and began to massage Alex's shoulders, her thumbs moving in careful circles.
"You serve us," she said quietly, "but we care for you too."
The water lapped softly against the stone. The light shimmered across their skin. All three breathed in sync, their bodies bare, their hearts open.
There was no shame.
No barrier.
Only closeness.
And in that moment—while the world outside slumbered and time seemed to forget them—
They were simply whole.
Steam drifted slowly through the marble bathing chamber as the three of them soaked in peaceful silence.
But eventually, the moment came to rise.
Vira stood first, water cascading down her flawless form. Her emerald hair clung to her back in shimmering waves, her golden eyes calm and satisfied. Ciel followed, graceful and silent, her pale skin glowing under the morning light.
Alex stood as well, ready—waiting.
Vira turned toward him, hand on her hip.
"Dry us," she said with gentle finality.
He stepped forward wordlessly.
He started with Ciel—lifting a thick enchanted towel and carefully drying her arms, shoulders, and hair with slow, reverent strokes. She didn't move away. Her eyes stayed soft on him the entire time.
Then he turned to Vira.
He took a second towel and began drying her skin with equal care—starting with her neck, down her back, her arms, her thighs. She watched him closely, saying nothing. Letting him care for her, not as a servant, but as a man who remembered every contour of her.
When both women were dry, Alex knelt briefly to help them into their clothing.
For Ciel, he dressed her in a pale silken underrobe and slid her arms into her outer layer—woven with light silver and ancient elven thread.
For Vira, he carefully helped her step into her innerwear, then laced up the intricate green-and-gold bodice she preferred—tailored, sharp, the garment of a highborn warrior-queen.
Once the final sash was tied, he stepped back, lowering his gaze slightly out of instinct.
But then—
Vira's gaze shifted.
The playfulness was gone.
In its place was something warm. Quiet. Sincere.
"Thank you," she said softly.
Alex looked up.
Vira stepped closer, lifting her hands to his shoulders.
"This time," she said, her voice low and steady, "I'll dress you."
Alex blinked, surprised.
Vira smiled.
"You always serve us," she murmured. "Let us serve you—at least once."
She reached for a fresh robe—dark, regal, lined with green to match her own. Slowly, she helped him into it, smoothing it across his chest and tying the front neatly. Her fingers were precise, but gentle.
She straightened the collar.
Brushed his hair from his eyes.
And then placed a soft kiss to his forehead.
"You belong to us," she whispered.
"But never forget…"
"…we belong to you too."