Harem Tournament of Champions

Her skin glistened in the moonlight, her pink nipples erect, her stomach smooth and toned.

She felt her arousal growing as she watched him strip out of his clothing, his cock standing proudly before her.

"When did it get so big?" She murmured, staring down at his manhood.

​ Hisha smirks, shifting her so that she lays on her back on the bed, spreading her legs wide open.

"This would be memorable." He whispers, leaning in to kiss her thighs, teasingly sticking two fingers in her inner thigh as she whines, her legs trembling.

*****

20 minutes later,

Hisha lay on his side, watching as Siadra slept, his cock still inside of her.

Siadra has her arm draped over Hisha's chest, breathing peacefully as he gently strokes her hair.

[Fetish: Cuckolding]

[27:45:09]

Slowly easing away, Hisha stops his movement and slowly pulls himself out of her.

"What are you doing?" Siadra mumbles sleepily.

"I need to relieve myself." He replies, getting up and heading into the bathroom.

"I am sleeping, go ahead without me." Siadra murmurs.

In the bathroom, he takes a look around, contemplating his next move.

Placing his hands on the wall, he closes his eyes and concentrates on his Sux flow.

[Visibility turned on]

The huffs and pants told him one thing, his plan had undoubtedly worked.

'I had high hopes for you, Vanas. I thought this would be easy for you to resist with a wife as faithful as she is.' Hisha thought as he sighed.

Once finished, he left the bathroom, walking back into the bedroom where he saw Siadra lying there, her eyes closed and snoring lightly.

With a smile, Hisha sees Vanas let out a satisfying moan as he falls over Willow.

"You're so tight!!" Vanas moans as his waist still moves from the aftereffects of his climax.

[Let the fun begin!] Hisha converses with Willow who had a wicked grin obscured from his vision as she held him close.

*****

In Willow's quarters,

Hearing the distant steps of an official that came to a stop standing by the doorway, he is slightly distracted as he adjusts his robe.

Cursing under his breath, he rips out the stray gold thread as he prepares to tap on the door.

Crrk!

Before he could knock, he realized it was open and walked through the opened door Willow had intentionally left open.

Not daring to look up, he keeps his head lowered and proceeds to report what he had observed.

"My Count, we have been informed that you are going to be visiting the mines, are you sure you want to bring your–"

Vanas' eyes double as he hears the paused words behind him.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" He growls as he turns around, only to see the advisor covering his mouth, his finger pressed against his lips.

Vanas pauses for a moment to process what he had heard even though he had given his identity out so quickly without thinking.

'Count? How did he know it was me with my disguise still on?' He wonders with a frown.

'I guess he doesn't know having sex with me would nullify the illusion he had created.' Willow thinks with a wicked grin.

Not wanting to waste the perfect opportunity that had shown up, Willow wraps her arms around Vanas, subtly holding him back down to prevent him from running away so easily.

Willow lets out a low moan as she uses her legs to pull him closer, feeling his member push deep inside of her.

Hearing the cries of pleasure from Willow, Vanas turned towards her, his face red as he looked over at the advisor.

The advisor was frozen in place by fear. It has been a rule to die if any male witnesses the Count performing the sacred ritual with any maiden or the Countess.

His heart thumped hard at the thought of facing the same fate in the end as this wasn't a maiden who was recognized by everyone or accepted by the Countess as a concubine for the Count.

'I can't die!' He thinks as he looks down at the pleasure expression on Willow's face, her hips moving in rhythm as she bucks her hips on Vanas'shaft, his tip hitting her deepest parts each time her hips move.

Left with no choice, the advisor transforms into his bat form, flying away.

Vanas slams his hand down and pushes off Willow, his glare fixated on the door. "This can't work out now!" He grunts as he pulls on his robe.

He needed to go after that damn advisor before he could think straight and spread it to the rest of his castle or worse it gets out of the knowledge of Radomir.

"Count Vanas, I feel honored to have you in my quarters, but do you really need to leave so soon? We both know how much you enjoy your stay here." Willow says with a sweet voice, sitting up on the bed and looking over at him.

"Don't even try to make me come back!" Vanas snarls as he grabs his robe and slips it on, heading towards the door.

"But... you're the all-powerful Count, I promise to keep this a secret. Don't you want to spend some more time together?" Willow asks hesitantly, standing up and following him outside.

"Damn you, Willow! Never speak of this or you would be like the rest!" Vanas snaps, pushing her off himself as he moves quickly away from her, leaving the room in search of the advisor.

Willow sits on the floor, suddenly realizing how she had been fortunate enough to still be alive.

Sighing, she rolls over and lays back down, her arms falling to her sides as she stares at the ceiling, her mind running away with thoughts of what had just happened.

'He had killed those other maids?!' She thinks to herself. 'Would he have killed me if not for the distraction?'

She closes her eyes, trying to block everything out, but all she could remember was Hisha's hand on her body.

Her breathing grows heavy as she feels the ache between her thighs, her body crying out for more.

[You did great, Willow] Hisha commends telepathically, nodding his head from his side.

'Thank you, master, I wouldn't have been able to do this without your help..." Willow says as she stands up, making her way to the closet and slipping on some clothes.

*****

Flapping his wings, the advisor repeatedly looks behind him as he makes his way out of the castle.

His heart thumps in his chest as he thinks about the Count and the maid.

No one knew anything about a possible extra relationship.

Quite a number of theM had heard of the rumors but never thought it real as those who had spread them were killed, but he knew for a fact that what he saw was real.

'He did look like he could kill me even if this was real!' The advisor recalls, slightly out of breath as he ducked under a branch of a tree.

He was so close to death that he felt as though he could hear the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.

Still, he had made it through without getting noticed. Feeling safer than before, the advisor turns his attention to the direction he was going.

He didn't know where he was headed–Straton, but he knew he couldn't go home. If the Count ever found out about this, he would surely be dead, too.

Swwwp!

Screeching in pain, the advisor stops flying and reverts to his normal form so he could pull out an arrow that is stuck deep inside his shoulder.

Noticing the blue liquid that was mixed with his blood as it drips onto the ground below, he groans loudly.

'Have I been caught so easily that they would stall my healing till they get me?' He hisses, holding his arm tightly against his torso while limping forward.

Looking around, he sees nothing suspicious nearby; there are only trees surrounding him.

The sun has set already, casting shadows across the land. It seemed safe enough to continue walking until nightfall when he could transform again and heal a lot faster.

The ruffling of the trees has him whipping his head left and right, searching for any sign of movement.

Nothing seems amiss except for the occasional bird chirruping its song.

A twig breaks somewhere far ahead causing him to freeze instantly. A shadow passes by overhead, followed closely by another. They seem to move slowly, almost leisurely compared to their usual pace.

His red eyes glow as he snarls. "Who are you?!"