Chapter 9: The Noble’s reward
The premium room at the Guild’s inn was worth every coin Harlan had pressed into Ethan’s hand. High vaulted ceiling, a massive four-poster bed draped in silk, and thick rugs that muffled every sound. A wide window overlooked Eldoria’s twinkling night lights, but the heavy curtains were already drawn.
Mira and Elara had barely waited for the door to close before they began undressing him, fingers trembling with the pent-up need he’d stoked all day through the city streets.
Tonight, they wanted to play.
Mira pushed Ethan into a velvet armchair, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You’ve been such a heroic adventurer today, my lord," she purred, voice dropping into a sultry noble accent. "A common-born hero who humbled a veteran in the arena. Allow your grateful ladies to... reward you properly."
Elara knelt beside her, cheeks flushed, already slipping into the role. "Yes, my lord. We are but humble noble wives, sent by our husbands to express the city’s gratitude. Use us as you see fit."
Ethan leaned back, cock throbbing at the game. "Then strip for your lord. Slowly. Show me what those worthless husbands neglect."
The women obeyed with theatrical grace.
Mira went first, turning her back to him and peeling the low-cut dress down inch by inch, revealing smooth skin and the curve of her spine. When the fabric pooled at her feet, she bent forward deliberately — presenting her plump, heart-shaped ass framed by a tiny lace thong he’d bought in the market. She looked over her shoulder, biting her lip. "Do I please you, my lord?"
Ethan stroked himself lazily. "Very much. Now you, healer."
Elara stood, letting her robe slide off her shoulders. Her heavy breasts spilled free, pink nipples already stiff. She cupped them, lifting and offering. "These have never been touched the way a true man touches them. Please... correct that."
The role-play ignited something feral in all three.
Mira crawled forward on hands and knees, stopping between his legs. "A noble lady should not kneel for commoners... but for you, my lord, I will beg." She nuzzled his thigh, tongue tracing up to his balls, licking slowly while looking up with worshipful eyes.
Elara joined her, pressing her soft breasts against his shaft, trapping it between them. "And I will serve with my body," she whispered, sliding up and down, coating him in the valley of her tits while Mira sucked the head into her mouth.
Ethan groaned, threading fingers through their hair. "Good sluts. Show your lord how grateful married women can be when they finally get a real cock."
They worked him together — Mira deepthroating until she gagged, tears of effort in her eyes, while Elara licked and sucked his balls, occasionally kissing Mira around his shaft in wet, messy displays.
When he was slick and throbbing, he pulled them up.
"On the bed. Both of you. Present yourselves like the cheating wives you are."
They scrambled to obey — on all fours side by side, asses high, faces pressed to the silk sheets. Mira reached back, spreading herself open. "Take your reward, my lord. Breed your grateful subjects."
Ethan knelt behind Mira first, rubbing his cock along her dripping folds. "Tell me again whose seed you carry already."
"Yours, my lord," she moaned. "My husband’s is worthless. Only yours matters."
He slammed into her — one brutal thrust that made her scream into the pillow. He fucked her hard and fast, hips slapping her ass, watching it jiggle with every impact. Elara whimpered beside them, fingering herself as she watched.
After a dozen strokes, he switched to Elara — pulling out of Mira with a wet pop and driving into the healer’s softer, tighter heat. Elara cried out, pushing back desperately.
He alternated like that — ten strokes in one, ten in the other — until both women were babbling, cumming repeatedly, squirting on the sheets and each other.
"Switch positions," he commanded.
Mira lay on her back, legs spread wide. Elara straddled her face, grinding down as Mira’s tongue plunged inside. Ethan entered Mira missionary — deep, grinding strokes that hit her cervix while he sucked Elara’s swinging breasts.
The room filled with their broken pleas.
"Breed me, my lord!"
"Fill us both... make us carry your heirs!"
"We belong to you... not our husbands... never again!"
Ethan’s control shattered.
He flooded Mira first — roaring as he pumped thick ropes deep into her womb. She came hardest yet, legs locking around him, milking every drop.
Then he flipped Elara onto her hands and knees beside Mira’s spent body and bred her just as savagely — another massive load painting her insides white.
The women collapsed together, kissing lazily, cum leaking from both pussies as they curled against him.
"Best reward... ever," Mira murmured, voice hoarse.
Elara nodded, nuzzling his chest. "We’ll serve you forever, my lord."
Ethan held them close, satisfaction thrumming through him.
[Group Intimacy Complete: Loyalty Reinforced]
[+50 Vitality | +30 Charm]
But morning would bring new challenges.
Downstairs, word had already spread of the newcomer who crushed Torak. The guild board was updating with fresh quests — and the Baroness had reportedly asked about "the impressive new bronze adventurer" by name.
Lirael the elven envoy had been seen lingering near the guild hall too, silver hair unmistakable, emerald eyes searching.
The city’s most powerful women were circling.
And Ethan was ready to claim them all.
To be continued...