Chapter 479: Disturbance

Julian groaned low, his own breathing ragged as he felt her walls tighten and pulse around him. He drove into her deeper, riding out the storm of pleasure.

Her cries echoed in his ears, and the way her body shook beneath him pushed him to the very brink.

“Fuck—Aryl—I’m gonna—”

Her pussy clenched even more, completely slick and soaked from her release.

That was it.

His own orgasm surged forward, violent and blinding, with no intention of holding back.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself completely and braced for what was about to come. His hips jerked violently as the first hot spurt of cum exploded from him.

“Fuck—ahhh, take it!” He grunted, his voice strained and broken.

Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, flooding her twitching cunt. Spurt after spurt filled her, mixing with her slick arousal, spilling deeper into her stretched walls. His body tensed, completely locked in place as he emptied fully inside her.

Aryl’s eyes rolled back, the feeling of his hot release only sending another wave of pleasure rolling through her.

Julian gasped for breath as last few shudders ran through his spent cock. Slowly, he loosened his grip on her legs—his fingers slipping away from the bruised flesh of her thighs. Her knees, no longer held high, fell open naturally, and Aryl could now finally breathe in relief.

He watched for a second, then gently rolled over to the side, collapsing onto his back beside her. For a long moment, nothing moved but their chests—two bodies wrecked and trembling, bathed in the scent of everything they had just done.

Slowly, Julian’s hand slid across the bed, fingers brushing over Aryl’s stomach. He didn’t speak at first. He just let his touch remind her: he was still there, still in control.

She shivered.

Beside them, Shayla chuckled softly, her brown hair clinging alluringly to her damp skin. Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned her head, gaze locking on the white streaks slowly dripping between Aryl’s thighs.

“Mmm…” she sighed, her voice rough and raw. “He really filled you…”

Aryl blushed but didn’t look away. She parted her legs a little more, and Julian’s cum slowly seeped out onto the bed.

“Don’t let it go to waste,” Julian whispered, a smirk playing on his lips.

Both women froze for a moment, and then Shayla moved.

She rose up on shaky elbows, leaned over Aryl’s still-spread body, and lowered her mouth slowly. Her tongue met the dripping mess between her daughter’s legs, licking and cleaning there.

Aryl gasped, her back arching. “M-Mother…”

Shayla didn’t speak. She just licked.

Julian watched them with dark, glittering eyes, his cock twitching again at the sight. “Good girls,” he murmured, his voice thick with praise and lust. “Keep going.”

Meanwhile,

The Marquis finally stood, thoroughly satisfied by the performance that the Arch Duke has given him. Smoothing his dress, he smiled and turned to Julian.

“Well, my lord,” he said, his voice calm, almost cheerful. “I have to say… I truly enjoyed this.”

Julian turned to him, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “I’ll admit,” he nodded. “I didn’t expect to enjoy it this much.”

Their eyes met—two men who had just torn a family apart for their pleasure and sport. Then, with a soft sigh, the Marquis turned toward the door.

“Well then,” he said. “Vigg, clean this up. And go back to your room.”

Vigg didn’t respond. He only sat there with a pale face, his eyes hollow as they swept over the bed once again.

He lowered his head slowly, and behind him, the door creaked open.

And then quietly… softly…

It closed.

Shayla and Aryl had already fallen asleep, taken away by the night’s exhaustion. Their soft breathing was the only sound in the room, aside from the faint creak of wood as Vigg moved around.

Julian watched him from the bed, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Vigg didn’t even look at him. He didn’t speak. He simply moved—quiet and mechanical—gathering clothes, wiping spilled wine from the table, straightening pillows, folding blankets, and cleaning at the wet spots on the sheets, though they were far beyond saving.

It took him nearly half an hour and not once did anyone speak. When he was done, he turned toward the door and silently stepped out.

With now only Julian and the two women by his side, his body finally relaxed, and he too fell asleep. The three remained closely tangled with each other, the passion of their earlier intimacy carrying further into the night. But the tranquility of the moment was short-lived.

Somewhere deep in the night, Julian stirred awake.

A sharp prickling sensation crawled along the back of his neck, pulling him from rest. His eyes flickered open, adjusting quickly to the dim moonlight that slipped past the thin veils of window curtains.

He yawned faintly, more out of habit than fatigue, and slowly rose to a sitting position.

He glanced down. Aryl’s naked back rose and fell steadily with her breathing, her raven-black hair sprawled out on the sheets. Shayla’s arm wrapped around his waist, her expression soft and serene. Both were lost in their separate dreams.

Still, something was wrong.

Julian swung his legs to the side of the bed and stood. His mana flared once, subtly—just enough to sense.

Nothing out of place. And yet…

His brow furrowed.

“The room’s just like before,” he whispered. “Exactly as Vigg left it.”

The furniture remained untouched. Even the robes and gowns were still placed in the same way.

But something felt off.

Quietly, he made his way toward the terrace doors. His fingers slid over the handle and slowly eased it open. A faint breeze swept through, carrying with it the scent of blooming flowers and trees.

Julian stepped out, eyes narrowing as he scanned the grounds.

“Someone’s here,” he muttered. “Or was.”

His mana flared again, coating his skin like a protective barrier. And that’s when he felt it—something.

A foreign energy.