Moonlight bathed the room in silver as I stood near the bed, the curtains drawn wide to welcome the night sky. The mansion was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves outside. A gentle breeze carried the scent of jasmine from the gardens.
Gaim entered first. He stood tall—noble in posture, but his eyes flickered with nervous anticipation. Wordlessly, he began to undress. Piece by piece, his garments fell away, revealing a lean, powerful frame built from discipline and training. His breath hitched when he noticed Liza and Emilia watching him from beside the bed.
Without needing direction, my two girls began to undress as well. Liza's brown hair cascaded down her back as she slipped off her robe. Emilia moved with more hesitation, but she followed, her cheeks flushed, eyes trained on Gaim. The flickering candlelight painted their bare skin in warm gold.
Lastly, I removed my dress, letting it slide down my figure and pool at my feet. I stood tall, bare, unabashed, and every eye in the room lingered on me. Gaim's breath caught. I could feel the desire emanating from him like heat.
"Gaim," I said coolly, "no kissing the lips. That intimacy belongs to Liza and Emilia alone."
He nodded respectfully. "Understood, my Lady."
I gestured toward the bed. "Start with Liza."
Gaim turned to her, and together they climbed onto the silken sheets. I reclined on the nearby chaise, crossing my legs, and pulled Emilia into my lap. The two of us watched as the scene unfolded.
Liza lay back, her expression open and inviting. Gaim leaned over her, beginning with soft kisses along her neck, tracing a line down to her collarbone. His hands were careful, exploring her body like sacred territory. He cupped her breasts with both hands, kneading them slowly while his mouth moved lower, over her stomach and thighs.
Liza moaned softly, her fingers curling into the sheets.
Their bodies moved in rhythm. I watched as Gaim aligned himself, guided by Liza's hand, and slowly joined with her. Her gasp was pure and real. The look in her eyes—half pleasure, half disbelief—told me everything I needed to know.
He moved with increasing tempo, and Liza responded with matching fervor. Their sounds filled the room—breathless, wild, but beautiful. When they finally reached their peak, I saw Liza arch, her body trembling beneath him.
She lay panting, flushed with afterglow, as Emilia quietly traded places with her.
Emilia was already warm in my lap. Her skin glistened faintly with anticipation. She climbed the bed, not needing encouragement. Gaim turned to her, now emboldened by the earlier passion. Their eyes locked—hers filled with shy hunger, his with primal intensity.
There was less hesitation this time. Emilia guided him with both hands, gasping the moment they connected. Her head rolled back, her lips parting in a soft cry. Gaim began slow, savoring each motion, each moan he pulled from her throat. But it wasn't long before he found his rhythm, and Emilia's cries grew louder—never vulgar, but raw and alive.
When they reached their climax, Gaim's hands gripped her hips tightly. Emilia's body arched, her hair spilling across the pillows. She smiled, dazed but content.
Finally, it was my turn.
I walked to the bed, and Gaim rose to his knees as if witnessing something divine. His breath caught as I sat beside him, my fingers brushing across his cheek. I could feel his restraint. And also his desperation.
He reached for my breasts, kissing them with more hunger than before. His mouth and hands worshipped my body like it was a temple. When I welcomed him inside me, he shuddered—more from emotion than sensation.
His movements were fervent but careful, eager to please. I didn't moan like the others. I controlled my breath, letting him know I was not his equal—I was his queen. Still, I allowed him to hold me, to move within me, to express everything he felt in that moment.
"Lady Ella… you're beyond beautiful," he whispered as his rhythm intensified.
I touched his face, brushing back his hair. "Move as much as you want. Let nothing hold you back."
He buried himself deeper, and with a cry of surrender, he spilled inside me again. The look on his face was unforgettable—part awe, part gratitude, part love.
When it was over, he rested above me, panting. His arms trembled. I kissed his forehead gently and whispered, "You may go now. Tania is waiting to show you to your room."
He dressed slowly and bowed, his expression softened. "As you command, my Lady."
Once the door closed, I returned to the bed where Liza and Emilia were waiting. We were all still bare, the heat of our skin mingling beneath the covers.
I kissed Liza's lips with deep affection, then turned to kiss Emilia just as tenderly. We lay together in a tangle of limbs, our bodies warm, our hearts full.
As they fell asleep in my arms, I gazed at the ceiling in thought.
Gaim had declared his love for me. But I could not return it. Not truly. My heart belonged to Liza and Emilia. Gaim was useful. Loyal. Kind. Deserving of care—but not of love.
Still, I would give him what I could: my body when he needed comfort, my protection when danger approached.
But my heart? That was already spoken for.