When the main chamber of the Emperor of Iondora became akin to a fever dream of tangled limbs and broken moans, the fire had long died and the only light came from the pale moon filtering through the frost-laced window.
Ivy lay between them, flushed and trembling, her body pushed to its limits and still aching for more.
They had tried, truly, they had, to ready her second hole, but she was too tight, too new, and the burn had been too much.
"Next time," Magnus whispered against her throat, his voice rough with restraint. "We’ll take our time with this sweet little hole."
Damon glared at him. In this room, he was the only one who still couldn’t think of any next time.
The responsibility he would uphold and was talking about was anything but doing this again.
But they still had to finish. And so they fell into a rhythm of taking turns, one buried inside her while the other guided her mouth to his cock, her lips stretched and slick with saliva and precum.
The wet sounds of her sucking filled the room, mixing with the slap of skin and the broken syllables of her name falling from both their lips.
"That’s it—take it deeper—" Magnus groaned, his fingers tangling in her dark hair as she swallowed him down.
Damon thrust up into her with a growl, his grip bruising on her hips. "You’re so fucking tight—Ivy—"
She moaned around Magnus’s length, the vibration sending him over the edge. "Fuck—I’m coming—"
He spilled hot and thick across her tongue, and she swallowed greedily, gasping for air as he pulled away. Damon followed moments later, his release flooding her as his body shuddered against hers.
They collapsed together—
And that was when Damon came to his senses.
He stood abruptly, his body still trembling, and walked briskly toward the bathroom.
The cold air bit at his bare skin, but he barely noticed. He pushed the door open, stepped inside, and froze. The full-body mirror caught him.
The Emperor of Iondora, naked and flushed and marked by the evidence of what he had just done.
The sight of himself hurt everything that he was.
Perhaps this was the line he had always been meant to cross the moment he first laid eyes on Ivy Cassia.
He wanted her. But he had said he would never love her the way she wanted.
Now he had gotten his hands on her, just like he always wished, but tomorrow, in only a few hours, he still had to meet the woman Angela had prepared to be his Empress.
Perhaps Ivy had gotten what she wanted. The connection between them would hold, even if he married another woman.
It didn’t mean a night like this would ever happen again. But one night, this night, was enough to let her keep a piece of the Emperor.
A piece she had stolen the night before the Emperor met his Empress.
Ivy Cassia had always been that kind of person, hadn’t she?
Damon washed his face with the cold water in the basin, letting the chill ground him. He had calmed himself down, made his decision.
To never betray his Empress, no night like this should ever happen again. Even if he died.
He turned and re-entered the room and was startled to see Magnus had gathered the unconscious Ivy in his arms, her blonde hair spilling over his shoulder.
They both knew they had succeeded, and that anything beyond this would reverse the effect.
Damon’s eyebrows creased, his eyes full of spiteful regret. But Magnus smiled gently at him.
"Are you sure you don’t love her like I do, Your Majesty?" Magnus asked.
Damon didn’t react. His frown only deepened. "If I do, what will you do?"
"If you do, I’d either kill you, or try to love you back," Magnus answered. "This woman will surely do the latter."
Damon scoffed. "People like us truly can control our hearts, huh? Choosing who to love?"
"Why do you think we had to?" Magnus asked. "You know the reason."
Damon would never admit it.
"It’s never our choice. We just pretend it’s our heart we’re trying to control." The albino crow smiled, and then he leapt from the room through the balcony, carrying Ivy into the dying night.
Damon stood alone in the dark, watching them go.
He couldn’t sleep a wink that night.
***
Cecilia woke slowly with a body heavy with the pleasant ache of the night before.
The morning light filtered through the thin curtains of the Grey Cat Inn, pale and cold, dusting the room in shades of silver and white.
For a long moment, she simply lay there, drifting in the warmth of the blankets and the rhythm of Oathran’s breathing beside her. He was still asleep, one arm draped possessively across her waist, his mist-white hair spilling over the pillow like moonlight made solid.
Not far away, beyond the half-open door of the adjoining bathroom, she could hear the low grumble of voices.
Arkai and Eastiel were sharing the mirror, bickering in hushed tones about something. Whose turn it was to use the basin, from the sound of it.
The domesticity of it made her smile despite everything.
Last night, she had managed to roll and pull all ranks of her three husbands’ scenarios. The gacha hadn’t been generous, but she had accumulated enough LP to get everything. She truly had secured every reward available for them.
She already knew what the rest of the rank rewards were.
[Rank 2: Get Cosmetic Skin Packs for all Love Interests!]
[Rank 3: Get access to Love Interests’ Alternate Universe Shop!]
[Rank 4: Get one free custom Five-Stars Item for each Love Interest!]
[Rank 5: Get one free requested Five-Stars Skill Orb for each Love Interest!]
[Rank 6: Get one free Return to Scenario Ticket for each Love Interest!]
[Rank 7: Get a hint to unlock further Bond Rank Abilities for each Love Interest!]
Not to mention...
[Completion Reward:]
[Cosmetic Skin Pack for Player, Unlock Player’s Alternate Universe Shop, one free custom Five-Stars Item for Player, one free requested Five-Stars Skill Orb for Player, one free Return to Scenario Ticket for Player, and one free Ask-the-Gods-Anything Ticket!]
She had a hunch that she would be able to bring Sol back using these rewards. Perhaps even by combining some of them.
The Return to Scenario Tickets were the most obvious path. If she could return to that modern world, the world where Sol’s egg had been left behind, she might be able to find a way to carry her baby home.
And if all else failed, the Ask-the-Gods-Anything Ticket was there. Her final trump card.
But her best bet lay with the Return to Scenario Tickets. She would return to that world, find Sol, and figure it out from there.
She had not come this far to lose her child.
"Alright, System," she murmured. "Let’s sort through everything."
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