The kiss was unlike any other Argider had experienced. This one felt different, innocent, unhurried, like the kiss of a child discovering sothing pure for the first ti.
It lacked the heavy pull of desire she was accustod to, replaced instead by a gentle warmth.
She didn't feel the need to force it or take more than what was offered. The mont lingered softly, like a fragile bubble refusing to burst, until Faeralys backed away abruptly, her wrist covering her lips.
For a mont, the red-haired girl sat, her gaze darting anywhere but at Argider.
"I…" Argider began, her voice hesitant, but Faeralys shot her a look.
"D-Don't say anything!" Faeralys snapped, though her voice trembled, betraying her resolve.
Argider respected her words and bit her lip, swallowing all the things she wanted to say. Still, she could feel the faint tingle of the kiss on her lips. A sensation so sweet, so tender, it felt almost foreign.
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It was like a cloud, light and epheral, and clearly inexperienced.
"That felt… warm," Argider murmured, almost to herself. The word tasted strange on her tongue, as though it were in a language she had never spoken before. She had known physicality, yes, but warmth? That was a rarity in her life.
"I-I said don't say anything!" Faeralys repeated, her cheeks flushed. "I should go now…"
"Wait!" Argider called out, reaching a hand toward her, but Faeralys didn't stop. She was gone in an instant, leaving Argider alone with her swirling thoughts.
If Argider were still a man, she wouldn't have understood the girl's fears. But now, as a woman, those fears resonated with her in a way she couldn't have predicted. Faeralys wasn't like the others in the palace. She was free, expressive, like a gust of fresh air in a suffocating room.
It would be too bold, too premature, to say she loved her. Argider didn't even know what love was, not truly.
Not when her days were filled with won she was supposed to love but couldn't, not in the way the romance novels described. Love in the palace felt like a duty, a transaction. But with Faeralys… perhaps there was sothing different.
Her musings were interrupted by the sound of raised voices outside her chamber.
An argunt? …Won?
Bam!
The door swung open, and there they were.
Fialova. Esralda. Callista.
Of course, it had to be them.
"I can comfort Her Imperial Majesty!" Esralda declared, her arms crossed as she glared at the others.
"No, that is my duty as the Empress!" Fialova shot back, her voice filled with indignation.
"Well, we can all comfort her, yes?" Callista chid in with her signature soft smile, her tone as sweet as honey yet dripping with ulterior motives.
Argider sighed, her head falling back against the pillows. So much for peace.
"All of you arguing isn't helping right now…" she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Hmph, it's because these won are ddling," Esralda said, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a disdainful look at Fialova and Callista.
"Why? We're just trying our best!" Callista retorted, her voice feigning innocence.
Argider looked at them, truly looked at them. Each of her wives was different, with their own ambitions, their own desires.
But one thing was painfully clear: love did not exist in this palace. Or at least, that's what Argider believed.
Esralda? A man in a woman's body, projecting masculinity in a way that made intimacy feel cold and calculated.
Fialova? Perhaps infatuated, but her heart burned more with hatred than love.
Callista? A survivor, navigating the treacherous waters of the palace with a mask of sweetness.
And yet, they were here. They surrounded her. Was this connection real, or just another fragnt of false truths? That was a question she would have to answer, but not now. Now, there were greater battles to prepare for. She would need an army, loyal servants, and mastery of her magic if she were to face the trials ahead.
"See? Our dear Argider right now needs comfort," Callista purred, stepping closer and gently pushing Argider down onto the bed. "She looks so out of place…"
"H-Hold on!" Argider protested. "I can't take three of you at once!"
"Well, you took and Esralda," Callista teased, her smile turning sly. "Why not add Fialova?"
"You what?!" Fialova gasped. "Fine, if that's the case, I'll have to join!"
"W-Wait!"
This is my life now, she thought grimly.
Callista was the first to move, her fingertips brushing Argider's cheek in a way that was almost reverent.
She pulled the emperor close, her arms wrapping around Argider as she lowered her head to claim a kiss. Argider yielded to her, her body softening as their fingers weave through her damp hair. Her lips part instinctively, and their tongues brush in a fleeting, electric mont before she drew back.
Before Argider could recover, Esralda stepped forward, her presence commanding yet oddly tender. She cupped Argider's chin, tilting her head slightly. Esralda's kiss was firm and overbearing. She tasted of the honey she'd savored long ago. Her heartbeat stumbled as Esralda pressed eagerly into the kiss, her movents bold and unrestrained.
A knee slid between her legs, and the intensity deepened, their breaths tangling as the kiss turned dark and consuming.
Finally, Esralda pulled away, her breathing uneven, leaving the mont heavy with unspoken desire.
Argider's heart raced, but her attention shifted as Fialova hesitated nearby. She stood apart, her hands fidgeting slightly as if unsure of her place in the mont. Her crimson eyes flickered with vulnerability, and she exhaled softly, stepping closer.
"May I?" Fialova asked, her voice delicate, almost a whisper.
Argider blinked, startled by the gentleness, but she nodded.
Fialova's hand lightly grazed Argider's arm as she leaned in, her movents tentative. Her lips t Argider's with a shy sweetness, a quiet confession wrapped in warmth.
And then she kissed her. Once, twice. Just enough for Argider to realize she'll never be satisfied, no matter how much more she got.
Her touch is everywhere, gliding up the emperor's back, trailing over her arms, igniting sparks across her skin. Suddenly, her lips press harder, deeper, with a desperation that feels primal, a hunger that they've never encountered before.
Before Fialova caught her breath, Argider found herself sinking onto the bed, her pulse racing as the three of them loom above, their gazes smoldering with intent.
Callista chuckled softly, breaking the fragile silence. "Well, it seems we will all share sothing tonight.
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