It was the quiet hum of night that roused Kael from sleep.
At first, it was a faint rustling—like dry leaves brushing against stone. He blinked slowly, disoriented in the stillness of the servants' quarters. The moonlight slanted through the small slits in the stone wall, casting pale streaks across the floor. Most others were still fast asleep, their breathing low and rhythmic.
But something was… off.
There it was again. A strange cadence. Not animalistic, not wind. Rhythmic. Soft and wet. A gasp. A groan.
Kael sat up, his breath caught in his throat. A prickle crawled down his spine.
He rose carefully, wrapping a thin shawl around his shoulders and padded toward the doorway, careful not to wake anyone. The sound was coming from the garden near the eastern corridor—just past the washing stone basin and behind the small grove of moonwillows.
The air was cool. Grass damp beneath his feet.
As he approached, the shadows ahead shifted. Kael ducked low behind a waist-high hedge, heart pounding. Through the branches, blurred figures moved in the dim light.
It took a moment for his vision to adjust.
Four large male bodies were tangled with a woman—no, wrapped around her. The scene before him was a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin. All glistening under moonlight.
One of the men was lying flat on the grass, his strong arms gripping the woman's thighs as she rode his cock, her hips grinding with abandon. Another knelt behind her, gripping her plush hips and driving into her ass with a power that made her entire form quake. His hands left imprints on her soft skin.
Kael's eyes widened. He couldn't look away.
The third man stood before her, thick cock shoved deep into her mouth. She gagged, but didn't stop. Her hands gripped the base, stroking eagerly, while she took as much of him as she could, her eyes half-lidded in lust.
And in her hand, the fourth man's cock was gripped tightly, his precum already leaking, smearing down her wrist as she pumped him with rhythmic strokes. That same man leaned in, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers, making her moan against the cock in her mouth.
Kael trembled.
The woman was curvaceous, but dwarfed by the men—each towering, muscles taut, slick with exertion. Their cocks were massive, stretching her in every hole, her body straining to take them all, yet her face shone with pleasure, with reverence.
Hidden behind the thick hedge, Kael's breath hitched.
He should look away. Turn back. This wasn't meant for his eyes, not for someone like him—someone small, unnoticed, forgotten.
Yet he stood frozen, heart hammering, gaze drawn to the tangled limbs and rising sounds that filled the night air with breathless urgency. He couldn't see clearly—faces blurred by moonlight, bodies lit in slivers—but what he did see made something ache deep within him.
Four men.
One woman.
It should have looked obscene. It should have felt wrong.
But it didn't.
She was surrounded—no, enveloped—by them. Each touch, each thrust, each hungry kiss felt less like possession and more like reverence. As if she was something sacred. As if they worshipped her through the very act of ruining her.
Kael bit his lip. His fists trembled at his sides.
He had always believed a woman belonged to one man. That love was something exclusive, quiet, dignified.
But here, now… that belief cracked.
Because what he saw wasn't disgrace.
It was… overwhelming.
Unrestrained.
Beautiful.
They weren't using her. They were devoting themselves to her—every touch, every groan, every fevered grip on her skin seemed to say: You are mine, and I will prove it with every breath I have.
And she—she didn't look broken or humiliated. She looked… complete.
Pleasure radiated from her in trembling waves, her body arching, accepting, aching in ways Kael couldn't name. Her cries, though muffled, didn't sound like shame. They sounded like release. Like someone who had finally been seen. Wanted.
Cherished.
And for a moment, Kael envied her.
Not the touch.
But the feeling of being known so deeply, so thoroughly, that even pain became pleasure. That loneliness didn't have space to grow.
His heart twisted.
He was a fool to judge what he didn't understand.
Perhaps someone like him—lonely, half-hidden, aching for a place in the world—had no right to decide what love should look like.
Perhaps this… was love too.
Even if it looked nothing like what he'd imagined.
Their roughness didn't seem cruel. It was possessive. Worshipful. As though her body was something sacred—meant to be taken and cherished.
Kael's thighs pressed together instinctively.
He should leave.
Every fiber of logic screamed at him to turn and run. This was wrong. This was intimate. This was dangerous.
But he didn't move.
Instead, he inched closer, hiding behind another stone outcrop, breath shallow. The air smelled of night flowers… and sex.
He couldn't see faces clearly. Only shadows and moonlight.
But the sounds—the deep grunts, the slaps of flesh, the muffled moans—carved themselves into his bones.
And then, with a chorus of throaty groans, the three men reached their peak.
The one fucking her mouth grunted loudly, spilling his seed down her throat, forcing her to swallow it all as he pressed her mouth flush to his base. She gagged slightly, but her eyes fluttered with bliss. The one beneath her trembled as he emptied himself inside her soaked cunt, her walls clenching around him. The man at her mouth painted her face with thick ropes of cum, moaning loudly.
She was gasping. Trembling. Shaking with a powerful orgasm.
And still, it wasn't over.
The last man—the one inside her ass—growled, yanking her from the others and pulling her onto his lap, her back to his chest. He shoved himself deep inside her, one hand on her clit, rubbing vicious circles.
She screamed.
A scream so filled with pleasure it echoed.
Kael's breath stopped.
The man gripped her jaw, tilting her head, fucking her so hard her entire body bounced. Her breasts jiggled from the force, cum dripping down her legs, smeared across her flushed face and chest.
His body, now illuminated by the moonlight—was unmistakable.
Raelth.
The First Prince.
Kael's vision wavered.
He backed up instinctively—and that's when the woman's head lolled, turning just enough for her features to be revealed.
Kael's knees buckled.