Antares pushed open the heavy oak doors to his private chambers, expecting to find Zarah holding a small gift or anything else than the view he was seeing.
His mind was still filled with plans for when he got to the surface.
But as the doors swung shut behind him, the rage evaporated, replaced by a stunned silence.
The room was not illuminated by the harsh, cold light of crystals lamps. Instead, it was bathed in the warm, flickering glow of dozens of scented candles that lined the shelves and the floor. The air was thick with a heady, intoxicating aroma.
"Zarah?" he breathed, his hand slipping from the hilt of his sword.
"You are late, my King," a smooth, melodic voice answered.
Antares blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. In the center of the room, near the massive fur-lined bed, stood his two wives. And they were not dressed for council meetings or childcare.
Zarah sat on the edge of the mattress, her posture relaxed and inviting. She wore a black slip of translucent, spider-silk gauze that shimmered like moonlight against her skin. It was delicate, held together by thin straps of silver, leaving little to the imagination. Her hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders in a dark river, and her eyes held a playful, knowing glint.
Standing beside her, holding a goblet of dark wine, was Solara. The Ant Queen looked nothing like the fierce mama bear who he left with the red sons and the commander the Cradle-Wardens. She wore a white gown lace that matched the fire in her eyes, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. The garment was open at the front, revealing the pale, flawless skin of her torso and legs, accentuated by the soft glow of the candles.
Antares felt his mouth go dry. "I... I wasn't expecting to see you two here."
Solara stepped forward, the crimson silk rustling softly. She reached out and placed a hand on his chest, her touch cool against his feverish skin.
"You have done enough Antares, tonight you need to rest" she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You have spent the last week forging steel, drilling soldiers, and planning a war. You carry the weight of the survival of our race on these shoulders."
She began to undo the clasps of his tunic, her movements slow and deliberate.
"Tonight," Zarah added, standing up and approaching him from the side, her hand tracing the line of his jaw. "You are our husband, let us take care of you."
Antares let out a long, shuddering breath. He hadn't realized how tense he was until this moment. the pressure of the expedition and what it meant for the tribe, it had all been a tight knot in his chest.
"I leave at dawn," Antares murmured, looking between them. "And I don't know when I'll be back."
"That is why tonight matters," Zarah whispered, pressing her body against his arm. "The surface is cold, Antares. It is a place of mud and blood. Let us fill you with warmth before you go. Let us remind you what you are fighting to protect."
Solara took the goblet of wine and brought it to his lips. He took a sip; it was rich and spiced, warming his throat. As he swallowed, Solara leaned in, her golden glowing eyes locking with his red eyes. There was no royal haughtiness there, only a fierce, possessive desire.
Antares allowed them to strip away his tunic, his boots, and the heavy belt of office. With every piece of clothing that fell to the floor, he felt lighter. The war he had to wage against the goblins, the fear for the tribe, it all receded into the background.
He pulled them both close, marveling at the contrast. Zarah was soft and yielding, a comfort he had known since his awakening. Solara was firm and intense, a fire that matched his own.
"You are my sanctuary," Antares said, his voice rough with emotion. He kissed Zarah on the forehead, then captured Solara's lips in a deep, searing kiss that tasted of wine and promises.
They guided him to the bed, the silk of their garments brushing against his skin. As he lay back, surrounded by the scent of jasmine and the warmth of their bodies, Antares closed his eyes.
For the first time in a week, the King didn't think about the future. He didn't calculate resources or anticipate enemy movements. He simply existed in the present, lost in the touch of the women who loved him.
The candles burned low, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls as the storm outside the mountain raged on. But inside the room, there was only the soft sound of whispers, the rustle of silk, and the beating of three hearts as one.
The war could wait for the sun. Tonight belonged to them.
Antares POV
"Which one of us will you pick, Antares?"
I look at the two of them for a few seconds before my eyes land on Solara. I pull her close and kiss her deeply. I can feel her tongue dancing alongside mine, and after a few seconds, I release her.
"I will choose you. You have been waiting long enough, no?" Since the seeding ritual, Antares did not have any physical contact with Solara since she stayed in the tower to look after the red sons.
"Y-Yes." Solara looks at me with eyes full of lust and need. "Take me, my king~Make me yours once again."
"With pleasure."
I pick her up and throw her into my bed. I walk toward her and kiss her once again. My hand enters her pussy and starts to play with it. I move my middle finger inside of her and use my thump to play with her clit.
I can feel her body react to my movement, and it does not take long before she releases a moan while she squirts. I pull away and see her panting.
"T-That was amazing."
"And we have not yet started." I take a position and put my dick above her above her pussy. I rub her pussy with my dick and feel her juice owing out of her pussy.
"P-Please…"
"Hmm? What is it?"
"P-put it in."
"I cannot hear you, Solara."
"PUT YOUR DICK INSIDE MY WET PUSSY, ANTARES! USE YOUR HUGE DICK TO FUCK ME !"
"Good girl."
I thrust my dick and feel her pussy gripping into my dick like a hungry man finding food.
"Your pussy holds my dick for dear life. You have been waiting for this, huh?"
I look to the side and see Zarah getting on the bed, and I can see her pussy is so wet it is dripping. She sits on top of Gabrielle and says.
"Use your tongue."
She then looks at me and says.
"Now… Use your big dick to make her into a blabbering mess, dear~ I am eager to taste your dick after going inside my co-wife."
I lean over and kiss her, then start to move my hip. I start slow but start to increase the pace. I grunt a little as I feel Solara's pussy get tighter the faster I go. While my mouth and hip are working, my hands land on Zarah's breasts and start to fondle them. I play with her hardened nipples and squeeze her breasts.
I release a moan as I feel Solara's pussy grind my penis and feel it ready to squirt once again. I pull out my dick just in time to see her squirt once again.
"On four, Solara."
The golden eyed woman nods her head and goes all four while Zarah opens her leg for Solara. Just like the good girl she is, she put her mouth into Zarah's pussy. I pushed my dick inside of her pussy once again, but this time, I quickly thrust my dick inside her.
My eyes land on her breast, swing around, and grab them. Unlike Zarah, her breasts are way bigger and her nipples are bigger than her. They are rock-hard, and I start playing with them while my hip increases the pace even more.
I grunt and slap Solara's ass.
"Hmmm~"
I increase my pace as I shoot my load inside of her. I slap her ass one more time before pulling out my dick from her pussy. Solara falls to the bed with a large grin on her. Zarah walks toward me and kisses me.
"Now, it is my turn."
I grin at her words, and my dick hardens once again.
For the rest of the night I kept going at it with both of them till early morning, that's when both taped out and where out of energy.