The celebration hummed behind him like a muffled storm. But here, at the entrance to the private tent, the world stopped. Kano stood motionless, staring at the heavy cloth that barely stirred in the wind. The fabric separated him—and something unknown. Something that frightened him more than any enemy.
He drew a deeper breath, feeling his heart pound in his chest. His palms went damp, and an unseen beast stirred within.
"I don't know what's in there. But I know they're waiting. For me. And I can't run anymore."
He took a step. Then another. Holding his breath, he lifted the tent flap.
Firelight struck his eyes. But what he saw stole that breath away.
Selina. She knelt by the cushions in a sheer silk dress. The fabric barely veiled her body, revealing her breasts, the curve of her hips, each rise and fall of her breathing. Her hair was gathered to one side, her eyes lowered. But the moment he entered—she looked straight at him. Clear. Devoted. Unashamed. Without a shadow of fear.
Nearby, standing in profile to the fire, was Lianel. Thin leather bands crossed her chest, wrapped her waist, fell along her thighs. They covered almost nothing—merely suggested. Her posture was calm, yet challenging. She simply watched, fingers sliding through her long hair.
And farther back, in half-shadow, sat Naira. Her body was bare, painted with golden patterns. The paint shimmered on her skin, making her at once warrior and goddess. Her breasts were circled by wave-like lines that met at her belly and led down toward her hips. She was larger than the others—powerful, muscular—yet now she seemed soft, like warm stone after rain. Her gaze was quiet, accepting.
Kano couldn't breathe. His throat tightened. His head—empty.
"I've never seen anything like this. They... each of them different. And all of them—beautiful. I... am I truly for them?"
Naira rose first. She came forward slowly, supple, her body glimmering in the light.
—"You came," she said calmly, without a question.
—"Yes..." he answered. His voice sounded quiet, but sure.
Lianel stepped closer and laid a hand on his chest.
—"Your heart is beating hard."
—"I... I'm afraid I'll ruin something."
—"We're afraid too," said Selina. —"But we won't turn away. Because we... want this. We want to be with you. Now."
Kano looked at each of them. Their breath was deep, yet unstrained. They didn't press him. They simply were—open. Not women who seduce. But bodies waiting for touch. Souls wanting to be near.
He reached out and touched Lianel's shoulder.
She didn't look away. And when he leaned toward her, her lips were already half-open. The kiss wasn't certain, wasn't insistent—it was gentle. Like the first snow falling into a waiting palm.
Naira came up behind, embracing them both. Her hands settled on Lianel's breasts. Large, warm palms. Selina, trembling, touched Kano's hand and whispered:
—"If you give us a chance... we'll show you how real this can be."
Kano meant to answer, but couldn't. His chest burned. Fire in his belly. Thirst in his body.
"I'm no hero. Not the chosen one. But right now... I'm theirs."
Three women. One man. And a night that had only begun.
The fire crackled. And the world beyond the tent no longer mattered.
Kano stood silent, as if afraid even to blink, lest he break the spell. The three women around him—not separate bodies, but a living element closing in from every side. Their warmth already on his skin. Their breath in his ears.
Lianel was the first to move.
She slid along his chest, traced his neck with her fingers, and stopped right before him, so close her breath touched his lips.
—"Look at us," she whispers. —"Don't flee into your thoughts. Look... and feel."
She lifted his hands and set them on her thighs, over the leather bands. His fingers trembled.
—"May I?.."
She smiled.
—"You're already asking, and your hands are hotter than the fire. That's an answer."
Her lips touched his neck. Not sharply. Slowly. Her body curled around him, her breasts soft against his chest, her hips pressing gently to his belly.
Behind him Naira slid her palm into Kano's, guiding it down—toward her thigh, to the body traced with golden lines.
—"You can touch us... all of us. And be afraid of nothing."
Selina stepped closer; there was still uncertainty in her eyes, but she reached for his shoulder and ran her fingers along it.
—"We won't break," she whispered. —"But we can do this with you... if you want."
Kano drew a deeper breath. He had never felt anything like this. Not fear—no. But responsibility.
He wasn't experienced. But… he wanted to give. To give them what they deserved.
His fingers slid along Lianel's thigh, beneath the bands, touching skin. Her body shivered. Her lips stretched into a pleased, taut smile.
—"Where it's warm..." she whispers, —"...where you want more."
Selina, meanwhile, brushed his lips with her fingertips. Then she leaned in and kissed him—not like a practiced woman, but like a girl who had just learned to breathe.
Her breasts, thinly sheathed in silk, grazed his hand. He nearly lost control.
—"I..." he whispered. —"I don't want to hurt anyone. Any of you."
Naira, standing behind, wrapped her arms over his shoulders and rested her head against his back.
—"If there's fear in you—dissolve it in us."
Her breasts—huge, soft—touched his back, and he shuddered. Not from arousal. From tenderness.
He bent to Lianel. She tipped her head back, and he began to kiss her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone. His hands explored her body—careful, slow. As if every part were new land he couldn't bear to scar.
Selina, trembling, pressed to his side; her palms settled at his waist. She whispers:
—"Let me... be part of this too."
Kano turned his head, and their lips met again.
Naira stepped away, yet stayed behind them, embracing them with her gaze. The golden pattern on her skin glimmered to the fire's rhythm.
—"You two... are beautiful," she said, almost a whisper. —"I'll wait a little longer. I want... to watch you. To feel every glance. And then... I'll join you myself."
Kano couldn't understand how a body could bear all of it at once—arousal, fear, gratitude, awe, desire. But he didn't think anymore.
He felt.
Lianel took his hand and led him to the cushions, where the light softened.
—"Come to us," she whispered. —"Give yourself... and we'll give you more than you can imagine."
When he lay down, the two women were already beside him. The feel of their bodies—different, yet completing one another.
And the night… had only begun.