Lord of the realm

One of the women, a blonde-haired woman named Katerina, let her fingers trail along the armrest of her throne. Her lips curved into a sly smile as she surveyed the scene before her. Power—it radiated from her like heat from a flame.

She leaned forward, her voice low and commanding. "Approach."

The men crawled forward, their movements slow but eager, their eyes fixed on the floor.

One of them, a muscular figure with scars tracing his chest, moved toward Katerina. His breath was shallow, his skin glistening with sweat as he reached her feet.

She extended one leg, letting her foot brush against his chest.

"You will please me," she ordered, her voice firm yet laced with a dangerous sweetness.

He nodded obediently, his hands trembling as he began to kiss her toes, working his way up her calf with a reverence that bordered on worship.

Across the room, the second woman, a fiery redhead named Elizabeth, watched the scene with a smirk. Her green eyes gleamed with mischief as she beckoned one of the men closer.

"You," she said, pointing to a lean man with dark hair and broad shoulders.

"Undress. Slowly."

He obeyed without hesitation, his hands shaking as he peeled away his tunic and trousers, revealing hard muscle and flushed skin.

Elizabeth's gaze raked over him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"Good," she purred. "Kneel before me."

The man sank to his knees, his eyes locked on hers as she rose from her throne.

She stepped toward him, her hips swaying with every movement, and cupped his face in her hands.

"Do you know your purpose here?" she asked, her voice soft but demanding.

He nodded quickly, his breath coming in short gasps.

"I exist to serve you, my lady," he whispered.

"To pleasure you."

Elizabeth's smile widened as she guided his head between her legs.

"Then serve me well."

His lips met her core with a fervent hunger, his tongue devouring her as though she were a feast. Her head tipped back, a moan escaping her lips as she gripped his hair, pulling him closer.

"Yesss!!!," she sighed, her body arching into him.

"Just like that."

Meanwhile, Katerina's chosen man had moved higher up her leg, his lips trailing kisses along her thigh.

She watched him with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction, her fingers tangling in his hair to guide his movements.

"Here," she murmured, spreading her legs wider to give him better access.

He didn't need further instruction.

His tongue found her center, flicking against her with an eagerness that made her gasp. Her body tightened, pleasure coiling deep within her as she pressed his face harder against her. "Don't stop," she commanded, her voice trembling slightly.

The other two men remained on the floor, their eyes shifting between the two women as they waited for their turn.

One of them, a younger man with a boyish face, couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched Elizabeth ride the face of her chosen servant. His own arousal was evident, his cock straining against the fabric of his loincloth.

Elizabeth noticed and chuckled darkly.

"Patience," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "You'll get your chance."

Katerina's breathing grew ragged as her man worked her with relentless skill. Her thighs quivered, her nails digging into the armrests of her throne as she felt herself nearing the edge. "Harder," she demanded, her voice sharp. He obeyed instantly, his tongue thrusting deeper into her as his hands gripped her hips to hold her steady. She cried out as the pleasure exploded within her, her body shuddering with release.

Elizabeth wasn't far behind. Her man's tongue was driving her wild, his hands kneading her thighs as he worshipped her with every fiber of his being. "Don't stop," she groaned, her voice thick with need. Her hips ground against his face as she reached her climax, her body convulsing with pleasure.

When both women had finally pulled away from their servants, they shared a knowing look across the room. "Now," Katerina said, her voice low and commanding, "it's time for the next part." She stood, her silk robe falling open to reveal her bare chest. The men's eyes widened as they stared at her, their desire palpable. "Which one of you will be first?"

The air shifted, heavy with anticipation, but before anything more could unfold, the heavy oak doors at the far end of the chamber burst open.

A tall woman strode inside, her maroon robes flowing like blood in water. Her short hair, combed neatly back, gleamed under the torchlight. The atmosphere shifted instantly—respect and dread rippled through the room.

Katerina's lips curved into a sly grin.

"Mother," she said, voice dripping with mischief.

"Come to join us?"

Elizabeth chuckled softly at her sister's boldness.

But the older woman—Sonja, the Matriarch of Ladraella—did not return the humor. Her piercing eyes swept the room, lingering on the four discarded attendants, then freezing upon one in particular.

"Is that…" Her voice dropped like a blade. "the Baron's son?"

Katerina giggled, the sound sharp and dangerous.

She did not need to answer; her expression said enough.

Sonja pressed her fingers to her temples. "You are going to kill me one day with the trouble you bring here."

Elizabeth rose gracefully, stepping close to their mother. "Relax, Mother. You taught us to command, to take what we desire. None of them are harmed. They are… offerings, nothing more."

"Indeed," Katerina added, her eyes glinting.

"Shouldn't you be proud?"

For a heartbeat, Sonja's stern mask cracked, a shadow of amusement flickering in her gaze. But then her expression hardened again.

She was literally their mother, not the Witch Mother but the real one. It was the reason they were so daring to do the things that others dared not to. The fact that the Council leader hailed from the prestigious Ladraella Coven lent an air of arrogance to their demeanor, causing them to flaunt their power and authority with reckless abandon.