Chapter 389: Chapter 384: The feel of godhood

The airship hummed steadily toward the Silver Court, its golden sails catching the high winds above Liraen.

Aiden sat in the wide command chair, legs spread, cock buried to the hilt inside Calipso. She straddled him facing forward, her robes open, one heavy breast in the baby’s mouth as the infant nursed.

The child’s aura pulsed low and constant through all of them, turning every small shift of her hips into a rolling wave of pleasure that made her inner walls clench and flutter around him.

Calipso’s breath hitched again, another soft orgasm rolling through her. She didn’t moan loud. She just tightened, milk leaking from her other nipple onto Aiden’s chest.

Elizabeth knelt between their spread thighs, tongue working slow and steady where Aiden’s thick cock stretched Calipso open.

She licked the slick shaft, tasted Calipso’s cum, and sucked gently on his balls whenever he lifted his hips.

"Eastern scouts confirmed it," Elizabeth murmured against their joined bodies, voice calm like she was reporting supply numbers. "Queen Isolde sent the invitation the moment news of the heir reached her spires.

She’s playing pious, but her handmaidens are already wet just from seeing our banners." She pushed her tongue inside alongside Aiden’s cock, stretching Calipso a fraction more.

Aiden kept one hand on Calipso’s ass, the other on the back of Elizabeth’s head. He didn’t thrust hard. He didn’t need to.

The slow rock of the airship did half the work, sliding him deep while the baby’s aura kept Calipso riding gentle, endless peaks. "Good. Let her think she’s the one setting the trap."

By the time they docked at the sky-palace, Calipso could barely walk straight. Aiden’s seed and her own juices ran down her thighs under her formal gown. Elizabeth wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled like a court lady.

The grand reception hall was all silver marble and hanging crystal chandeliers. Queen Isolde sat on her throne at the head table, tall, silver-haired, body wrapped in layers of white and pale blue silk that hid nothing from Aiden’s threads.

She was in her late thirties, regal, with the kind of cold beauty that came from decades of denying herself everything.

Aiden sat to her right, polite smile in place. Under the table, his golden threads reached across the distance. Every time Isolde opened her mouth to speak, he pulsed one.

Her nipples stiffened instantly, pressing against the silk. Her thighs squeezed together as fresh slickness coated her pussy lips.

"Welcome to the Silver Court," she said, voice steady. Only Aiden felt the way her cunt clenched on nothing. "We are... honored by your presence and the news of your... miracle heir."

Beside him, Elizabeth chatted with Isolde’s two favorite handmaidens—twin-like brunettes named Sera and Lira. Her hands were busy under the heavy tablecloth.

Fingers slid into wet cunts while she discussed trade routes. Sera’s breath shook as Elizabeth curled two fingers deep and rubbed her clit with her thumb. Lira bit her lip hard enough to whiten it when Elizabeth added a third.

Aiden sent another pulse. Isolde’s fork clattered against her plate. She came right there at the head table, thighs trembling, biting the inside of her lip until it bled.

No one noticed. They thought the queen was simply moved by the political weight of the heir.

Later, in the mirrored gallery overlooking the court gardens, Aiden stopped pretending. He had Sera and Lira bent over the balustrade, gowns rucked up around their waists.

His cock alternated between them—three deep strokes into Sera’s gripping pussy, then pull out and slam into Lira’s tighter hole.

Both women moaned openly now, voices carrying toward the gardens below where servants moved.

"Tell me," Aiden ordered, voice low, "how your queen touches herself when she thinks no one sees."

Sera gasped as he drove back into her. "She—she uses her fingers... two of them, fast, while she reads forbidden texts. She bites her own arm to stay quiet."

Lira took the next thrusts, ass rippling. "Sometimes... she rides the handle of her silver brush. She says the name of old gods while she does it. She never lets anyone see her come."

Aiden fucked them harder, switching every few strokes. Through the threads, Isolde felt every inch. She was in the middle of a formal dinner with her advisors, smiling tightly while phantom cock stretched her cunt and filled her womb with heat.

Her thighs were soaked. Another orgasm ripped through her mid-sentence. She gripped the table edge until her knuckles turned white.

Aiden didn’t let the handmaidens come. He pulled out and painted their asses with thick ropes of cum, then sent them back to their queen with orders to keep it on their skin under their gowns.

That night, in Isolde’s private sanctum lined with sacred mirrors, Aiden finally faced her alone. She stood rigid in her white gown, cheeks flushed, nipples like pebbles.

"You will watch," he said.

A spectral projection formed in the air—powered by the child’s aura and the Watcher’s reach. Elizabeth and the handmaidens knelt around Calipso on a wide bed.

They sucked at her leaking breasts, tongues lapping milk while fingers played between her legs. Calipso moaned softly, holding the baby to her other side.

Isolde’s breathing grew ragged. Her hands clenched at her sides.

Aiden stepped behind her. He didn’t rip her gown. He simply pulled it down her shoulders until it pooled at her feet. She was naked underneath, body toned from years of discipline, pussy shaved bare and dripping.

"Beg," he said.

Isolde’s voice cracked. "Please... I need it."

He bent her forward against the largest mirror. She watched her own reflection as he lined up and pushed inside—slow, thick, relentless.

Inch after inch stretched her celibate cunt until he bottomed out. She cried out, walls spasming hard.

"Look at yourself," he ordered, fucking her with deep, commanding strokes. "This is what you are now."

Isolde came again, harder than before, eyes locked on her corrupted reflection. When she finally slumped, Aiden pulled out and let her drop to her knees.

Golden sigil burned into the skin right above her clit as she swore fealty, lips brushing his cock.

The sky-palace was theirs without a single soldier lost.

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Three nights later, they returned to the ancient floating ruin above Liraen for the eclipse ritual. The heir’s aura had grown too strong, drawing shadows from deeper Sky Dungeons.

They needed to bind it properly or risk attracting worse things than the Watcher.

The cracked obelisk stood at the center. As the eclipse began, the sky darkened and the child’s power flared. Every touch became electric, edged with raw force.

Aiden grabbed Elizabeth and slammed her back against the obelisk. He shoved her legs apart and drove in hard, fucking her with short, brutal thrusts. Her back scraped stone. She laughed breathlessly, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Is this what godhood feels like?" she taunted. "Fucking me raw while the sky watches?"

He growled and went deeper, pounding her cunt until she squirted down his thighs. Golden energy poured from him into her, stabilizing the ritual site. Barriers of light crackled around them.

Flora and Sabrina brought Calipso into the circle. Aiden rotated between them. He bent Sabrina over and fucked her tight pussy in savage strokes, balls slapping her clit.

Then he pulled Flora onto his cock, grinding deep into her corrupted body while she moaned his name. Back to Calipso—gentler but still possessive, sliding in and out while she held the baby and kissed his jaw.

At total eclipse, the pressure peaked. Aiden laid Lady Veyra on the stone altar and drove into her. Each thrust sent visible pulses of golden light through her body.

Echo-clones of Veyra appeared, mouths and hands and cunts pleasuring the rest of the harem at once.

Aiden felt every single sensation through the link—wet heat, tongues, squeezing walls. He fucked Veyra harder, using her as the conduit while the others rode his fingers and thighs and mouth.

The barriers held. The rival shadows screamed and retreated.

When the eclipse ended, the sky lightened again. Aiden gathered them all in a sweaty pile on the ritual blankets. No power this time. Just need.

He took them slowly, one after another. Deep strokes into Elizabeth while he kissed the marks on her neck. Grinding into Flora’s ass while Sabrina sucked her breasts.

Calipso rode him gently, baby sleeping peacefully a few feet away in a shielded cradle. Veyra and the others pressed close, hands and mouths everywhere.

Elizabeth leaned down, lips against his as she rocked on his cock. "We’ll turn Isolde’s sky-palace into a breeding sanctuary," she whispered. "Fill every willing womb. Build something that lasts."

Aiden gripped her hips and thrust up, filling her one final time. They came together, slow and shared, the entire group tangled and breathing hard.

The heir slept through it all, aura steady now, bound and stronger than before. The Silver Court was theirs.

Greater threats were coming, but so was their empire. Aiden closed his eyes, cock still buried in warm flesh, and let the aftershocks roll through him.