Chapter 300: 300: Whispered Heat Beyond the Door (Part 2)
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Azhara tilted her head, her dark hair sliding over her shoulder like a silken curtain. "Good?" she whispered, voice dripping with playful mischief.
Vel hesitated, then nodded, barely perceptible. Her cheeks were crimson, her throat tight.
Sha sat frozen, her hands clutched in her lap as she looked between them. Her antenna twitched uncontrollably, betraying the heat building in her chest.
"You two..." she whispered. "You really..."
Naaro leaned in closer to Sha again, her hungry eyes bright with curiosity and something more. "It feels nice," she said as a matter of fact. "It is warm. I like warm things."
Before Sha could respond, Naaro pressed her hand against her chest, soft and deliberate. Sha inhaled sharply, her body tensing, her four legs and tail / butt curling tightly around her waist.
"Ah... Naaro..." she whispered, a small, helpless tremor in her voice.
Naaro pulled back just enough to study her face. "See? You like warm things too."
Azhara chuckled quietly, the sound like a purr rolling off her tongue. "Mmm... I like this. I like seeing all my Harem sisters horny blush."
Vel glanced sideways at her, flustered. "You are such a troublemaker..."
Azhara leaned over and nuzzled against Vel’s shoulder, her voice dropping to a soft, sensual hum. "I am... but only because I want us to feel like family. True family. Not just sharing the same man, but sharing something here..."
Her fingers brushed over Vel’s hand, interlacing their fingers. Vel’s body trembled, but she did not pull away.
Sha swallowed hard and whispered, "If... if it is for bonding..." Her words trailed off as she shyly let Naaro guide her into a soft kiss. This one was longer than before, lips warm and hesitant at first, but her body leaned forward on instinct. The faint brush of breath and shared heat made her body curl against the cold stone.
Azhara watched them with a satisfied little smile before turning her attention back to Vel. "See? Even Sha is learning to share warmth."
Vel’s chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths. "I... I cannot believe we are doing this outside Sir Kai’s room..."
"You can stop if you want to," Azhara said softly, her tone suddenly tender rather than teasing. Her hand cupped Vel’s cheek, thumb stroking lightly. "But... I hope you do not want to stop."
Vel closed her eyes, the tension in her body melting into something softer. "...I do not want to stop. Like how Luna is screaming, we can feel Sir Kai Anaconda."
Azhara smiled and leaned in, their lips meeting again in a slow, lingering kiss. Vel’s body relaxed as she surrendered to the sensation, her hand clutching Azhara’s sleeve for balance. Their kiss deepened naturally, warmth flowing between them, an unspoken promise forming in the soft brush of lips and shared breath.
Across from them, Naaro had pressed herself lightly against Sha’s side, nuzzling her neck with playful curiosity. Sha shivered and tilted her head away, giving her unspoken permission to continue. Naaro’s lips brushed over the sensitive curve of her neck, and a soft, startled sound escaped Sha’s throat.
"You smell nice," Naaro whispered against her skin. "Like moss and rain."
Sha’s breath caught. "Y-you... are too close..."
"Then push me away," Naaro said, her voice a gentle challenge.
But Sha didn’t push her away. Instead, her trembling hand found Naaro’s shoulder, and she leaned slightly into the warmth.
The four of them were now a tangle of soft touches and hesitant breaths, the tension slowly melting into something tender and sensual. The stone hallway felt alive, the distant thrum from the chamber beyond mingling with their loud moans and whispers.
Azhara glanced at the others, her eyes gleaming in the torchlight. "See? This is what it means to share more than a bond through him. This is our bond. Our warmth. Our harem."
Vel swallowed hard and whispered, "Then... make it stronger... lick my lower lips."
Azhara’s grin deepened, and she leaned in for another kiss, this one bolder, her tongue teasing at Vel’s lips until she parted them with a soft whimper. Their kiss deepened, heat sparking between them, their bodies pressing closer.
On the other side, Naaro’s hand slid over Sha’s waist, drawing a soft gasp as she kissed along her jawline, tasting her skin lightly. Sha’s antenna twitched furiously, but her hand slid down to Naaro’s lower lips, hesitant but curious.
The four of them formed a quiet circle of shared warmth in the hallway, a soft hum of connection flowing through every touch and kiss. Outside the chamber, the world had narrowed to heat, breath, and the quiet promise that they were more than rivals — they were sisters, united by love, desire, and the man who was sleeping or mating with his first wife / queen just beyond the door.
The torchlight flickered softly, painting the four women in shades of gold and shadow. Their breathing filled the quiet hallway, gentle and uneven, laced with warmth that had nothing to do with the fire on the walls. Outside Kai and Luna’s chamber, the air felt heavy with the echo of love and life, and their bodies responded to that rhythm in a way none of them could ignore.
Azhara leaned back first, her fingers going in and out of Vel’s lower lips. Her eyes half-lidded and playful, she looked at the other two with a quiet satisfaction. Vel leaned against her shoulder, flushed and silent, her hair spilling forward to hide her face as if embarrassed by how willingly she had given in to the moment.
"You see?" Azhara whispered, her voice low and teasing but carrying a strange tenderness beneath it. "It does not hurt to share warmth. We are not enemies. We are sisters... and more, if we want to be. You finger me like I am doing."
Vel made a small noise of protest yet she put her hand inside Azhara pants. Her head rested against Azhara’s shoulder, her fingers lightly curling the fabric when her fingers went inside her chocolate-colored lower lips. "...I never imagined... this."