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Sven Falk – Az, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

The room Priestess Thea led me to was surprisingly homey. It wasn’t what I expected given the solemn grandeur of the rest of the Temple of Luben. An open window looked out at a small garden, lacy curtains framing it. A table set in the center, the wood polished to a dark brown. A kitchen stove and counters ran along one wall. A kettle set upon black iron surface of the stove, steam rising out of its mouth.

“Not the room I expected you to take me to,” I said as she bustled towards the stove.

“Oh?” she asked, throwing a look over her shoulder. “Where did you expect to go. My bedroom?”

I couldn’t help the smile crossing my lips. She had a lovely figure, a mature flower at the height of her bloom. Her short, blonde hair framed her motherly face, her blue eyes twinkling. The robe could do nothing to hide the curves of her figure, her breasts large.

“Why not?” I said. “It would be more… comfortable.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Are you saying my kitchen chairs are not comfortable. You haven’t even tried one out.”

“I haven’t tried out your bed,” I pointed out, pulling out a stiff chair. “We could… stretch out on your soft mattress and… talk.”

“Talk…” A shiver ran through her body, a sway to her hips. She opened cabinets revealing a collection of tea cups. She pulled two down and set them on a tray.

“Sure, talk,” I said, a throb running through my dick. I shouldn’t be doing this, but… She was married. She swore vows. It was a… challenge. To seduce her… “Isn’t that why we’re here?”

“To talk, or talk?” she asked. She looked over her shoulder, the smile on her lips growing. “Is that what you think is going to happen?”

“When was the last time you really talked?” I asked her. “To relax. To have a… pleasant afternoon.”

“Mmm…” She opened a sealed box and measured out some powdery tea leaves, pouring them into each cup. “How long do you think it’s been?”

“Too long,” I said, sauntering up to her. My dick was so hard. The way she moved. The way she shuddered. I could feel her need. This woman deserved to have pleasure. To have a young lover that cared about giving her pleasure, not an old husband who had long gotten bored of her body. “Your body needs to be… pampered. To be pleasured.”

I came up on her, looming over her. Her white robe fell over the curve of her rump. She had such a lovely curve to her rear, her figure. She looked at me over her shoulder, a considering gleam in her blue eyes. She turned around, her large breasts rising and falling. Her robe was open just enough to give a little cleavage.

“Tea is nice,” I continued. “But is that what you really need?”

A smile split her lips. Her hand shot out, planting on my chest, stopping my advance. Then laughter burst out of her mouth. A rich, mocking sound. Her breasts shook as amusement spilled across her face. Her shoulders shook and her hair danced around her face.

My forehead furrowed.

“Oh, my son, you are a dangerous one, aren’t you?” she asked. “And I don’t mean because of the short sword you wear.”

“It’s not short,” I said, not caring about her laugh. I grabbed her wrist, touching her skin. I stroked my thumb up and down the back of her hand.

“I’m sure that sword isn’t,” she said and pushed back harder, “but I’m not interested in fencing with you.”

I arched an eyebrow.

She shook her head. “Definitely dangerous. Go, sit down, son. You’re younger than my own boy. I’m not about to relax with you.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

Her face hardened. “I know exactly what I’m missing out on. If you love someone, would you hurt them?”

Her words sent a chill through me. My vow to Rithi swelled through me. I would have to hurt Kora to set her free. But… “Only if it would be for the best for them.”

Her head cocked to the side, her eyes flicking me up and down. She pursed her lips for a moment. “So… would me cuckolding my husband, hurting him, be best for him?”

“No,” I said.

“So why do you think a couple of smiles from a handsome, young man would lead me to do that to my husband?”

I shrugged. “You wouldn’t know until you tried.”

She laughed again, rich and melodic. She pushed me back and I didn’t resist this time. I moved away, letting her turn and pour the hot water into the tea cups. It was hopeless. She wasn’t going to succumb and…

Her words struck me. I was going to hurt Kora. It was more than the fact I had to give her up. I would have to make her give me up. She loved me. She wouldn’t want to be parted. Just how much would I have to hurt her to break up with her?

How much pain would I cause her to save her life?

The ache in my cock vanished as I sat down at the table. I didn’t regret my deal with Rithi. We all would have died. Not just Kora, but Aingeal, Nathalie, and Zanyia. I couldn’t let all my women perish. I thought it would only be me that would hurt, but… Kora would pay for this, too.

And so would my other women. They all loved Kora, too. Maybe… Maybe they would choose to stay with her.

At least they would be alive. They would have a chance for happiness without me.

Priestess Thea bustled to the table carrying a tray of tea and… It reminded me so much of my mother. That same smile. That same look in her eyes, taking joy in bringing a snack or treat for her children and their friends to enjoy.

She set the tray down and picked up the tea cup, cradling it in her hand. Steam wafted before her face as she said, “Luben, let the man’s intentions speak true. Let this man tell me about the women he loves.”

White light flared from the tea, bathing her face in a soft aura. The features of her face blurred for a moment, becoming almost fuzzy in the radiance. Then it faded. She breathed in the steam and set it before me.

I swallowed as I stared at the tea, feeling the magic in it. Then I picked it up and sipped the herbal infusion and…

A numbing lethargy settled through me, starting at my tongue. It grew fuzzy, followed by the roof of my mouth and my throat. I frowned and… I set down the cup, staring at the priestess as she set down in the chair beside me. She cradled her cup in both her hands, taking a slow sip.

“Mmm, that is a lovely blend, don’t you think?”

“Suppose,” I said, the word’s coming out slow, measured.

She cocked her head. “You’re a direct sort of man. You see something you want, and you take it.”

“Yes,” I answered, staring at her. “I wanted you.”

“We already covered that,” she said, a little smile playing on her lips for a moment. She took another sip of her tea. “Now, why do you think you love more than one woman?”

“Because… I’m willing to give up Kora, to free her from our relationship, to save her life,” I said without hesitation, the words coming out with just a touch of passion that the numbing tea couldn’t smother. “It’s not what I want, but it’s what’s best for her. And… I feel that way about all of them. I want what’s best for them all. I want to care for them. To defend them. I want them close. I want Kora close, but…

“I won’t let her die. I won’t let any of them die. I would rather take every hurt for them. Let my body be wounded. Let my soul be torn asunder. I would bleed for them. Die for them.”

“Interesting,” she said.

I shifted my shoulders, that rush of emotion swallowed up by the fuzzy numbness. I grew calm again and asked, “Does that mean you’ll marry us.”

“Are you marrying Ava to save her from the enchantment, or because you love her?”

“I want to save her because I love her,” I answered immediately, no thought. It was hard thinking with the spell heavy on my mind.

“I’ll marry you,” she said and took another sip. “Mmm, it’s a good tea, isn’t it?”

“Guess. It makes you truthful.”

“Does it?” She gave me a broad, motherly smile. “Come, let’s get you wedded.”

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Ealaín

Sven sauntered out of the back room with the priestess, a big smile on his lips. The way he moved…

“Did you fuck her?” Aingeal asked, the faerie hovering nearby, her wings fluttering lazily.

“She’s too much in love with her husband,” he admitted, giving Aingeal a broad grin.

“So you failed,” Aingeal proclaimed. Then she giggled, her large tits heaving, making her nipple rings bounced against her plump flesh.

“I choose to withdraw,” Sven responded without a hint that Aingeal’s giggle annoyed him. “It’s strategic. After all, if I corrupted her, she couldn’t free Ava.”

Zanyia joined the giggled. “So smart, Master.”

Then Kora burst into laughter as she sauntered over to her brother. She moved with her dancer’s grace as she took his arm. “You’re disappointed, brother mine. Don’t even try to hide it.”

He shrugged. “It’s for the best.”

“You’re too horny,” she said. “All these women willing to satiate you, and you still want to bed a married woman.”

The closeness between the two made me swallow. Kora loved her brother so much. She knew him better than any other woman in this room. Not even Ava. Kora grew up with Sven. She watched him mature, develop. She joined in on his quest of vengeance, welding herself to him at the detriment of her art.

I squirmed. Was I wrong to advise my mother…?

No, no, Kora’s art had to come first. She had such talent. She needed to inspire the world. How could she do that trapped to her brother who… Who…

Such joy and mirth shone on Kora’s face as Sven grinned at her. What would losing Sven do to Kora? It would give her such pain. Pain that would fuel such art. She could make something so impressive with that.

So many tears…

Did she truly have to suffer?

“I will marry them,” Priestess Thea said, glancing at her husband who stood by the mural, Zanyia kneeling naked at his side. “All of them.”

Ealaín blinked. “What? All of us? But… but…”

I felt like the naga’s ogre struck me a ringing blow. Luben was all about love. Fidelity. Monogamy. Why would her priestess want to marry all of us? And was I included in that “all”? Was I a part of Sven’s… harem?

I glanced at him with Kora and… It wasn’t just Kora who would feel pain once the amulet was destroyed. It would rip out a portion of Sven’s heart, too. He agreed to give her up knowing the pain it would cause him because he loved her. I was responsible for this situation. I advised my mother to break them apart. Did I deserve to be a part of his family when shortly my words would rip it apart?

“Luben respects love in all of its forms,” Priest Otmar said, striding across the worship hall to his wife. “Though monogamy is superior, and the easiest to maintain, it’s not the only way. We marry all those in love.”

“Your Sven has convinced me,” Thea stated as her husband stopped beside her. She took his hand, an act that appeared both habitual and joyful.

“I’m already married to him the faerie way,” Aingeal said, fluttering towards Sven. She settled on his other side from Kora, taking his other arm and rubbing her pillowy breasts against him.

“And now you can be married to him the Lubenite way,” Otmar stated.

Kora looked at me and held out a beckoning hand. “That means you, too, Ealaín.”

I couldn’t help but say, “Yes,” to her imploring need. I… I… wanted to be apart of this. Sven… Kora… I drifted towards her, my armor clinking with every step. This wasn’t why mother sent me. I was here to guide her to her art and…

Maybe…

This was…

Sven stared at me, looking stunned. His eyes met mine and… We were going to hurt Kora so badly. I felt so selfish for taking the radiant’s hand. But I was so greedy for her smile. For the shining beauty, the art, coming from her.

To be continued…

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