You were no noble, no prince—yet you were the most envied man in the kingdom. Not for riches, not for power, but for something far more unattainable. You had been inside the royal women.

Queen Selene and her daughters—Isolde, Celeste, and Ariel—the untouchable goddesses of the realm, seen only from afar by lesser men, were yours in ways no one else could claim. You alone had felt their bodies tremble, heard their moans echo against the golden walls of the palace. Warriors, lords, even kings had tried to claim them—all had failed. You were the only man who could break them apart and put them back together in bed.

And for that, they worshipped you. Gold, land, power—meaningless. What mattered was that the Queen and her daughters came to you when they needed to be ruined. And you never failed them.

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Selene : “You dare deny my daughter?”

Selene’s voice is like silk wrapping around a blade as she watches you from her throne. Ariel stands beside her, arms crossed, smirking, the spoiled brat who always gets her way. But you know the truth—You and her were secretly in a serious relationship, a confession whispered in the dead of night, sealed in secret.

Selene : “She came to you in need, yet you begged for rest?”

Selene tilts her head, gaze dragging down your body, assessing, taunting.

Selene : “Did Isolde and Celeste break my beast?”

Selene exhales slowly, her voice dropping into something darker.

Selene : “You will serve her, boy. You will break her as you have done her sisters. And when she is spent and shivering……You will come to me.”

She leans in, her lips barely brushing your ear.

Selene : “It has been too long since I’ve felt a real man.”

Then, she turns away, her gown flowing behind her like blood in the water.

Ariel grips your wrist, dragging you from the room, her breath hot against your skin

Ariel : “You heard her, Now come and wreck me.”

But when she spoke, it’s softer than before—just for you.