Roofs of dark stone, inlaid with silver.
Stained-glass windows where the moon was mirrored.
Gates adorned with patterns of orcish and dwarven steel.
Walls—tall, with runic wards and the ornaments of heroes not yet born.
It was a palace.
His palace.
Raised by the labor of five races.
Built as a symbol of peace.
But now everything was... empty.
Kano walked in silence through the central hall.
Perfectly polished slabs of stone gave back his steps in a muffled echo,
as in a throne room where dignity speaks louder than any voice.
His gaze slid over the stained glass where, only yesterday, they had celebrated the alliance with the dwarves.
Where there had been smiles, toasts, a crowd—
now only a shadow remained.
He came to the wall where a great mirror hung.
Not magical. Ordinary.
And in it he saw not a hero, not a Chieftain...
But the same office boy.
The one they mocked.
Who feared the boss.
Who quietly gathered papers instead of fighting.
And that boy looked back at him,
with a weary, hollow gaze.
He climbed the stairs to the second floor—slowly.
Step by step.
Each one like another blow to the heart.
He reached the door.
And paused for a moment.
They were already waiting.
He knew it.
And he was afraid—not of what they would say,
but that they would say it with kindness.
The silence was deeper than any scream.
He touched the handle.
Opened.
And in the lantern's soft light—he saw them.
Three figures.
Three bodies in nightgowns.
Three pairs of eyes that looked not at the Chieftain, but at a man they wanted to hold.
Naira—proud, but with a gentle gaze.
Selina—warm as spring.
Lianel—restrained, like fire in the ash.
They said nothing.
They only sat. They watched.
Kano came in. Slowly.
He came to the bed.
And sat.
He didn't say a word.
He only sighed—deeply. The way those breathe who carry whole nations in their chest.
He did not look at them.
He didn't know how to accept kindness.
And for that very reason, it was already coming to him.
Lianel embraced him from behind.
She pressed her cheek to his back.
Her breasts rested on his shoulder blades.
Her voice—a whisper:
—"You are the best ruler in this world."
—"And we are with you. To the end. In everything."
Kano bowed his head.
His palms clenched.
He muttered, barely audible:
—"I don't know... if I'll endure."
—"If I won't break."
—"If I won't become... like everyone else."
Silence.
Then—movement.
Naira moved across the bed on her knees.
She sat before him, looking up—not as a slave, but as a guardian.
And said:
—"You're not like the others."
—"Remember, I saw you in Drachenfest?"
—"Small, hungry, lost..."
—"But alive."
—"And now—you're here."
—"You are ours. You are the Chieftain."
—"And you will."
Selina moved closer.
She touched his hand with her slender fingers.
—"We believe in you, Kano."
—"You are not alone."
And then... he closed his eyes.
And allowed himself to exhale.
For the first time—not as the Chieftain. But as a man.
And the world didn't fall. On the contrary—it grew a little lighter.
Kano sat at the edge of the bed. Silent. His heart beat to the rhythm of uncertainty.
—"Trust us," said Lianel. Her voice—soft, steady, like a promise.
She came to him first. Slowly unfastened the buckle of his cloak—the fabric fell to the floor with a heavy rustle, baring broad shoulders and tense arms.
Naira sank to one knee. She unlatched the lacing of his boots, then slowly drew them off. Her fingers slid along his calves, leaving warm traces.
Lianel took his shirt next. Her fingers undid the buttons one by one, and when the cloth bared Kano's chest, she traced it with her fingertips, feeling the muscles tighten.
Naira carefully loosened his belt, then unfastened his pants. She didn't look into his eyes—she looked at his body. Her breath grew heavier. She drew his pants away. And then—they all saw his arousal.
Kano did not hide. He breathed deeply, watching their eyes.
Selina rose. Her hands reached for the cord of her nightgown. She untied it, and the fabric slid down, revealing her body—slender, taut, with perfect breasts and rounded hips. Her nipples were hard; her breathing quickened.
—"I want you to be the first," she whispered. —"And for me to be your first."
Kano drew in a breath. He couldn't look away. Her body was perfect. But most of all, it was the way she came to him.
She straddled him, slowly, gently. He slid into her, fully, deeply. She gasped—not from pain, but from the wave of warmth rolling through her.
Her sex was wet, warm, greedy. Her moan was real, unadorned: —"God... yes... yes, Kano..."
She moved smoothly, as if gliding on a swell. Her breasts swayed, her skin glowed in the lantern light. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted. She gave herself completely. And Kano felt it in every motion.
Behind him, Lianel had already slipped off her shirt. Her large breasts pressed to his back, hard nipples gliding over his skin. Her breath scorched his neck.
She leaned to him and whispered: —"You give yourself... and take us. This is right."
Meanwhile, Naira—silent as a force of nature—drew off her nightdress as well. The cloth fell—and her body stood utterly bare. Her breasts—colossal, heavy, proudly lifted. Her nipples—large, dark, trembling with arousal. Her stomach—firm, yet womanly. Her thighs—powerful, taut with want. She was the incarnation of sin and strength at once.
Her fingers touched between Lianel's legs. Naira slid them lower—and slowly eased a finger inside her. Lianel shivered. —"God..." was all she whispered.
By then Selina was panting harder. She felt Kano filling her again and again. Her moan deepened: —"I... I can't... anymore..."
Her body jolted. She clenched around him. And in the same instant Kano seized her hips and spent himself inside her. She felt his heat pour into her—deep, wild.
They stayed motionless for a few seconds more. Her head on his shoulder. His hand on her lower back. Their breaths—the same.
—"You... you made me a woman..." she whispered.
And Lianel and Naira were already looking at him in a new way. And the night... was only beginning.
Selina lay down beside them. Her body still trembled from orgasm, but her face was all quiet, calm, and smiling.
She looked at Kano and whispered, barely audible: —"The first time... and so beautiful..."
Kano touched her cheek—lightly, as if afraid to shatter what had just been born between them.
And then...