NTR: King gets Cucked-Chapter 2: Royal Bathhouse

Two beautiful figures came into view as Zyran stepped into the steamy bathhouse. The air was thick with heat and the subtle scent of jasmine. The hot spring glistened beneath the torchlight, illuminating the creamy skin of his wives — Althea and Nyra — as they lounged partially submerged in the water.

Althea's golden hair floated around her like liquid gold, her hazel eyes half-lidded and lazy as steam curled around her perfect figure. Her large breasts, barely concealed beneath the water's surface, jiggled slightly as she shifted. Her slender waist dipped into wide, seductive hips, and beneath the water, Zyran could barely make out the neat golden patch above her glistening pink slit. Her milky skin glowed under the torchlight, and the way the water clung to her curves made his cock stir.

Nyra, sitting quietly beside her, was a stark contrast. Her coral-blue hair floated around her shoulders, sticking to her fair skin. Her green-blue eyes were wide and innocent, flicking toward Zyran with shy hesitance. She was smaller than Althea — her breasts pressed modestly against her chest as she hugged her knees, and her slender curves were delicate yet enticing. Unlike Althea, her slit was completely bare — smooth and untouched. Zyran's gaze lingered there for a moment, and Nyra's cheeks immediately flushed a delicate pink.

Zyran stepped down into the water, feeling the warmth seep into his muscles as he sat between them. Althea immediately slid closer, her soft thigh pressing against his as her hand casually drifted along his arm.

"You look happy, my love," Althea purred, her lips curling into a playful smile.

"Who wouldn't be? With the two most beautiful women in the world beside me," Zyran replied smoothly, his eyes flicking between them.

Althea's smile widened as she leaned into him, pressing her large breasts against his arm. Nyra shyly watched from the side, her cheeks burning.

Zyran's mind drifted to how he had met Althea — the first woman to steal his heart.

Four years ago

It was during the annual royal hunt when Zyran first laid eyes on Althea. Monarchs from different regions gathered to test their skill and form alliances. Althea had not joined the hunt itself — no, she had been sitting under a shaded tree in a white summer dress, golden hair cascading over her bare shoulders as she read a book.

He had approached her out of curiosity, but the moment she smiled at him — that seductive yet innocent smile — he was lost.

A years later, the King of Nectaris — King Aldric — had proposed a marriage alliance. If Draconia was a small kingdom, Nectaris was even smaller — lacking natural resources and relying heavily on agriculture and foreign trade. King Aldric sought to strengthen his ties with Draconia to secure coal and iron — commodities Nectaris desperately needed. An alliance with the Grimgaard Empire would have been impossible due to the disparity in power, but an arrangement with Draconia? That was more feasible.

Emperor Damon had barely shown interest, simply allowing the marriage to proceed without objection. And so, Zyran and Althea were wed beneath the blue skies of Draconia.

Zyran's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Althea's voice.

"Are you even listening, honey?" she teased, her lips brushing his ear.

"I was... thinking about our wedding," Zyran murmured, his gaze dropping to her full breasts, now completely exposed as she leaned against him. His cock twitched beneath the water.

Nyra's pout was immediate. "You don't think about our marriage?"

Zyran turned toward his second wife and slid his hand around her thin waist, pulling her toward him. Nyra gasped softly as his lips brushed her slender neck.

Nyra had been his second wife — a quieter affair than his marriage to Althea, but no less significant.

Nyra had been presented to him by the High Priest of the Azure Isles — an isolated region surrounded by the Azure Sea. The Azure Isles were known for their powerful sorcerers and pristine trade routes. When the High Priest had offered Nyra as a bride, it was clear that the marriage was politically motivated — securing Draconia's access to the Azure Isles' trade fleet.

Emperor Damon had agreed — not for the trade routes — but for the rare magical artifacts possessed by the Azure sorcerers.

Nyra had been barely eighteen at the time — delicate and shy, trembling as she had stood before him during the sacred marriage ceremony. But beneath that shyness, Zyran had sensed quiet strength. Nyra was not as forward as Althea, but her subtle devotion to him made his chest tighten every time he caught her blushing gaze.

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"I think about you more than you realize," Zyran whispered as his lips claimed Nyra's.

Nyra's body melted into his touch as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her soft moan vibrated through him, and his cock throbbed painfully beneath the water.

Althea's hand slipped beneath the water, stroking along Zyran's thigh. "My king, you're not being fair."

Her voice was pure seduction as she pressed her lips to the side of his neck, her hand drifting dangerously close to his hard shaft beneath the water.

"You're both going to kill me," Zyran growled, his voice rough.

Althea giggled as Nyra flushed bright red. But then, Althea's playful smile faded as her eyes flicked toward the entrance of the bathhouse.

"What is it?" Zyran asked.

Althea's eyes narrowed. "I thought I... felt someone watching."

Zyran tensed immediately, his eyes scanning the bathhouse.

"No one's there now," Althea murmured, but her tone remained wary.

"Let's go," Zyran said.