The first full day of their honeymoon passed in a haze of skin, heat, and breathless discovery.
Jared woke with the four of them tangled around him on the massive bed. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, painting their naked bodies in soft gold. Andrea's azure hair spilled across his chest, Shadiya's dark curls tickled his shoulder, Alynna's blonde braids lay tangled with Xaya's grey hair and her sleek tail was curled possessively around his thigh. All four were still asleep, bodies marked with faint love bites and the flush of last night's passion.
He felt sore in the best possible way—back aching, thighs burning, cock already stirring again at the sight and scent of them. He had never imagined pleasure like this. Seven years of war had taught him endurance, but nothing had prepared him for the addictive pull of four beautiful, willing wives who looked at him like he was both conqueror and treasure.
He started slow that morning, nervous energy still flickering in his veins. He kissed Andrea awake first—soft, exploratory. She moaned into his mouth and pulled him on top of her. He slid into her slowly, savoring the tight heat, learning the way her full breasts pressed against his chest and her legs wrapped around his waist. She came with a soft, shuddering cry, and the sound shattered the last of his hesitation.
Confidence surged through him like battle-rush.
He moved to Shadiya next, flipping her onto her stomach and taking her from behind while she was still half-asleep. She gasped his name as he drove deep, hands gripping her wide hips, the slap of skin echoing in the quiet room. Her magical aura flared, tiny golden sparks dancing across her rich brown skin as she clenched around him and came hard.
Alynna woke to the sound and climbed onto his lap, riding him with ethereal grace while he kissed Shadiya through her aftershocks. The elf's slender-yet-curvy body trembled as he thrust up into her, her starlit eyes rolling back when she shattered.
Xaya was last and fiercest. She pushed him down and straddled him, grey tail lashing as she sank down onto his cock with a low, satisfied growl. Her massive breasts bounced heavily as she rode him hard, claws lightly scraping his chest. Jared gripped her ass and fucked up into her with powerful strokes until she howled her release.
They didn't stop for long.
By midday they were a sweaty, tangled mess again—this time in a full group frenzy on the bed.
Jared lost himself in them: Andrea riding his face while Shadiya rode his cock, Alynna and Xaya kissing each other above him as he thrust into one then the other. He fucked them senseless—hard, deep, relentless—until every one of them was trembling and gasping his name.
They ate little that day—just quick handfuls of fruit, bread, and wine brought by silent servants who left trays at the door and vanished. The Imperial Aegis knights eventually withdrew to the far edges of the property, giving the newlyweds total privacy. Even Amon kept his distance, only checking in once a day with fresh supplies before disappearing again.
The days blurred together.
Jared became addicted.
He took them in every room of the mansion. On the balcony under the stars. Against the tall windows overlooking the gardens. In the grand bath where water sloshed over the edges as he fucked them one after another. Sometimes it was raw group sex—four bodies writhing together in a slick, moaning pile. Sometimes it was intimate and slow, just him and one wife at a time, learning every secret sound and every way to make her shatter.
He fucked Andrea against the library shelves, her azure hair plastered to her back as he drove into her from behind, her full breasts pressed to the cool wood. He claimed Shadiya on the rug before the fireplace, her rich brown skin glowing with sweat and faint magical sparks as she rode him hard, crying out his name. Alynna he took gently at first in the soft morning light on the balcony, then harder when her starlit eyes begged for more, her slender elven body arching beneath him until she came with a trembling, melodic cry. Xaya he fucked with raw power on the grand dining table, her voluptuous form bouncing on his cock, grey tail wrapped tight around his waist as she demanded everything he had.
He grew bolder with every hour.
By the fourth day the nervousness was gone. He moved with the same confident command he had once used on the battlefield—only now it was pleasure instead of war. He learned exactly how to make Andrea scream, how to make Shadiya's magic flare, how to make Alynna's elven grace break into desperate moans, and how to make Xaya's refined composure shatter completely.
They barely left the bed except to eat or bathe. The mansion became their world—sweat, silk sheets, moans, and the constant, addictive rhythm of bodies moving together.
On the sixth night, after a long, intense session with Alynna and Shadiya that left the elf trembling and the mage gasping for breath, Jared slipped away alone. His body was sore, muscles burning, but his hunger still raged hot and unsatisfied. He needed the cold water of the private pool to clear his head, even for a moment.
Moonlight silvered the surface as he approached, completely naked.
Xaya was already there—completely naked, her rich brown skin glistening under the moon. Her voluptuous body was on full display: heavy breasts, wide hips, the sleek grey tail lazily drifting in the water behind her. Water droplets traced down her curves like liquid silver.
She turned at the sound of his footsteps, grey eyes gleaming with the same hunger he felt.
"Come here, husband," she called softly, voice husky. "Our bodies are no longer secrets to each other."
Jared stepped into the pool without hesitation. The cold water shocked his heated skin, but it did nothing to cool the fire in his veins. He pulled Xaya against him, kissing her hard as her legs wrapped around his waist. She was already soaked—inside and out—and he slid into her in one smooth, deep thrust.
Xaya moaned loudly, claws digging into his shoulders as he fucked her deep and relentless in the water. Her massive breasts bounced against his chest with every powerful stroke. He gripped her ass, driving up into her again and again, the water splashing wildly around them.
"Harder," she gasped against his mouth. "Don't stop—*please*—"
He didn't. He pounded into her without mercy, water churning, her voluptuous body jolting with every thrust. She came hard—once, twice, three times—each orgasm ripping through her until her eyes rolled back, her tail thrashed wildly, and her body went completely limp in his arms. She passed out from the overstimulation, head falling against his shoulder, breathing shallow and ragged.
But Jared was nowhere near satisfied.
He held her gently for a long moment, still buried deep inside her twitching heat, then carefully lifted her out of the pool and laid her on a pile of thick towels at the edge. He kissed her forehead tenderly, covered her with another towel, and left her resting peacefully.
Still hard, aching, and burning with need, he walked naked through the quiet mansion toward the kitchen.
Andrea was there.
She stood at the counter in nothing but a thin silk robe that had slipped open, cooking a simple late-night meal for them all. Her azure hair was loose down her back, full breasts and curves completely on display in the soft lantern light.
She turned at his approach, blue eyes widening at the sight of him—naked, glistening with pool water, cock still hard and slick from Xaya.
"Jared…" she breathed, voice already husky.
He crossed the room in two strides, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. The robe fell open completely as he pushed into her from behind in one smooth, deep thrust. Andrea gasped, gripping the edge of the counter as he fucked her hard and relentless, the sound of their bodies echoing in the quiet kitchen. Her full breasts swayed heavily with every powerful stroke. He reached around to rub her clit, making her cry out and come quickly, clenching around him like a vice.
He didn't stop. He kept thrusting, chasing his own release until he finally spilled deep inside her with a low, guttural groan.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard, before Andrea turned in his arms and kissed him softly, smiling against his lips.
The rest of the night they spent in the grand bath together—all five of them. Warm water, scented oils, gentle touches that slowly turned heated again but this time softer, more loving. They washed each other, kissed, laughed quietly, and finally collapsed into the massive bed in a tangle of limbs.
Jared fell asleep with his wives curled around him, exhausted, sore, and utterly content.
For the first time in his life, the Forsaken Prince had found something stronger than war.