Chapter 64: Sexy Fun With Edgar’s Four Wives

The journey back to the Steele Mansion was long and arduous, but Alaric made sure to pass the time in the most enjoyable way possible. He was in his private carriage, the plush velvet interior bathed in the soft glow of lanterns. Beside him, Kara, his sexy personal maid, was more than willing to help him pass the time.

Alaric looked at her with a mischievous grin, his eyes roaming over her voluptuous body. She was dressed in her maid outfit, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places. Her large breasts strained against the fabric of her blouse, her nipples hardening under his gaze. Her skirt was short, revealing her long, shapely legs and her curvy buttocks. He could see the outline of her panties, the fabric thin and translucent.

“You know what I want, Kara,” Alaric said, his voice a low growl. “Show me those sexy tits of yours.”

Kara smiled, a seductive glint in her eyes. She reached behind her, unfastening her blouse with practiced ease. She slid it off her shoulders, her large breasts spilling out, her nipples hard and erect. Alaric groaned, his cock throbbing at the sight of her.

He reached out, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Kara moaned, her body arching into his touch. He squeezed her breasts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, his thumbs and forefingers pinching her nipples.

Kara cried out, her body writhing with pleasure. “That feels so good, young master,” she moaned. “Please, be rougher.”

Alaric smiled, his eyes gleaming with lust. He knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed. He squeezed her breasts harder, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his thumbs and forefingers pinching her nipples until she cried out in pain and pleasure.

He moved his hands lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the softness of her hips. He slipped a hand between her legs, his fingers finding her already wet and ready. He teased her, his finger circling her clit, making her moan and buck against his hand.

He slipped a finger inside her, then another, his movements slow and deliberate. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her cry out in pleasure. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around his fingers as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Kara was moaning loudly now, her body writhing with pleasure. She looked at Alaric, her eyes filled with desire and need. “Young master,” she gasped, “I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me.”

Alaric smiled, his eyes gleaming with lust. But he shook his head, his voice firm and steady. “Not yet, Kara. Not yet.”

Kara looked at him, her brow furrowing in confusion. “But, young master—”

Alaric cut her off, his voice a low growl. “I said not yet. I will fuck you later. For now, I want to have my fun with your sexy body.”

Kara bit her lip, her body tense with anticipation and desire. She knew what was coming, knew what he had in store for her. And she couldn’t wait.

Alaric’s hands moved back to her breasts, his fingers squeezing and pinching her nipples until she cried out in pain and pleasure. He moved lower, his hands roaming over her body, his fingers exploring every inch of her. He bit her, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her shoulder, her neck, her breasts. He left marks, his teeth leaving little red welts on her skin.

He smacked her, his hand connecting with her curvy buttocks, the sound of the impact echoing through the carriage. Kara cried out, her body jerking forward, her pussy clenching with pleasure. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and pleasure, her body trembling with need.

“More,” she gasped. “Be rougher with me, young master. I want more.”

Alaric smiled, his eyes gleaming with lust. He was more than happy to oblige. He smacked her again, his hand connecting with her other buttock, leaving a red handprint on her skin. He smacked her again and again, his hand connecting with her flesh over and over, until her body was covered in red welts.

Kara was moaning loudly now, her body writhing with pleasure. She looked at Alaric, her eyes filled with desire and need. “Young master,” she gasped, “I’m going to come. I’m going to come so hard.”

Alaric smiled, his eyes gleaming with lust. “That’s right, Kara. Come for me. Come hard for me.”

He slipped a finger inside her, his movements quick and hard. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her cry out in pleasure. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around his fingers as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Kara came with a scream, her body convulsing with pleasure, her pussy clenching around his fingers. Alaric could feel her juices flowing, could feel her body shaking and trembling with the force of her orgasm.

But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. He was too turned on, too aroused by her moans and her cries and her body’s reaction to his touch. He continued to finger her, his movements quick and hard, his fingers curling and hitting that spot deep inside her that made her scream and moan and come again and again.

By the time they reached the Steele Mansion, Kara was a moaning, trembling mess. Her body was covered in red welts, her skin glistening with sweat and her juices. She looked at Alaric, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and pleasure, her body still trembling with the force of her orgasms.

Alaric looked at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He had taken her body, had used her like a toy, had made her come again and again. And he was looking forward to doing it again, to making her scream and moan and come for him again.

As they stepped out of the carriage, Lyra was waiting for them. She looked at her son, her eyes filled with pride and affection. “Welcome home, my dear son,” she said, her voice soft and gentle. “We have much to celebrate, much to be grateful for.”

Alaric smiled, his arm draped casually around Kara’s shoulders. “Yes, Mother. We do. But first, I need to get cleaned up. I’m a sweaty mess.”

Lyra laughed, a sound like music to his ears. “Go on, then. I’ll see you at dinner.”

As Alaric made his way to his room, his mind was already racing with plans and possibilities. He knew that the loot from the Farrow House was going to strengthen the Steele Family, knew that it was going to secure their future and their prosperity. But he also knew that he had other, more immediate concerns to attend to.

He had four beauties to visit, four voluptuous women to enjoy.

He had pleasures to indulge in, desires to satisfy, fantasies to fulfill. And he was looking forward to every minute of it.

Meanwhile, Lyra was in her study, her mind racing with possibilities and plans. The loot from the Farrow House was a treasure trove, a goldmine of weapons, armors, magical potions, magical treasures, and rare magical metal ores. She could feel the power and the potential, could see the possibilities and the opportunities.

She paced the room, her mind whirling with ideas and plans. She could use the weapons and the armors to train her soldiers, to strengthen her defenses. She could use the magical potions and treasures to enhance her magical abilities, to protect her family and her lands. She could use the rare magical metal ores to forge powerful weapons and artifacts, to create tools of war and magic that would secure her family’s future and their power.

As she paced, she could hear the sounds of the Enforcement Members and soldiers leaving the estate. They were heading back to the capital, their mission to put the members of the Farrow Family in prison complete. Lyra could feel a sense of satisfaction, a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had secured a great victory for the Steele Family, had taken down a powerful and dangerous enemy.

But she also knew that there was much more work to be done, much more to be accomplished. She had to ensure that the Steele Family rose to new heights of power and influence, that they secured their future and their prosperity. She had to use the resources and the territory she had gained, had to maximize their potential and their power.

As she sat down at her desk, her mind was already racing with plans and possibilities. She knew that it would take time, that it would take effort and determination and perseverance. But she also knew that she was up to the challenge, that she was ready to face whatever lay ahead. She was Lyra Steele, the matriarch of the Steele Family, the ruler of their lands and their fortune. And she was ready to lead her family to greatness, to power, to prosperity.

Meanwhile, Alaric saddled his horse, his mind already racing with anticipation. He had four beauties waiting for him, four voluptuous women to enjoy and indulge in. He couldn’t wait to see them, to touch them, to make them his.

The ride to the nearby town was swift and uneventful. The town was a quaint, picturesque place, the buildings charming and the streets bustling with activity. Alaric made his way to the estate he had provided for the four wives of Edgar, his heart pounding with anticipation.

As he entered the estate, he could hear the sounds of movement, the rustle of fabric and the murmur of voices. The women were settling in, choosing their rooms, unpacking their things. He could hear their laughter, their voices filled with a mix of relief and uncertainty.

He made his way towards the sound, his steps silent and purposeful. As he entered the living room, the women turned to look at him, their expressions a mix of surprise and wariness.

Evanthe, Zoey, Sigrid, and Elin stood before him, their bodies tense and their eyes wide with uncertainty. They were dressed in simple yet elegant gowns, their curves accentuated by the soft fabric.

Alaric looked at them, his eyes roaming over their bodies, his gaze lingering on their curves. He could see the fear in their eyes, the uncertainty and the doubt. But he also saw the spark of defiance, the glint of anger and resentment.

“Ladies,” Alaric said, his voice calm and measured. “I trust you’ve settled in nicely?”

The women exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them. Then, Evanthe spoke up, her voice soft and hesitant. “Yes, we have. Thank you, Alaric.”

Alaric smiled, a cold, calculating smile. “Good. Because I want to make something very clear to all of you. I saved you from the royal prison, from the fate that awaits your husband and his family. But I didn’t do it out of the goodness of my heart.”

The women looked at him, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and uncertainty. Alaric’s smile widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

“I saved you because of your beauty, because of your sexy, voluptuous bodies. I intend to enjoy you, to use you as my personal sluts. You will obey me, please me, satisfy my every desire.”

“You can’t do this to us,” Evanthe, the brunette with the deep blue eyes, spat. Her voice was angry, her body tense with anger and defiance. “You can’t just lock us up and use us like… like… like whores!”

Alaric looked at her, his expression unreadable. “You’re right, Evanthe. I can’t just lock you up and use you like whores. But I can do much worse. I can send you to the royal prison, where you will be tortured relentlessly, where you will suffer and beg for mercy. And I will not grant it.”

The women exchanged glances, their expressions worried and afraid. They knew that Alaric was not bluffing, knew that he had the power and the influence to make good on his threats. They knew that they were at his mercy, that they had no choice but to obey him.

“Please,” Zoey, the blonde with the green eyes, begged. “Please, don’t do this. We… we will do anything you want. Anything. Just please, don’t send us to the royal prison.”

Alaric looked at them, his expression softening slightly. “I’m glad to hear you say that. Because I don’t want to send you to the royal prison. I want to use you, to enjoy you, to make you come again and again. I want to make you my personal sluts, to use your bodies for my pleasure. And in return, I will ensure that your children are safe, that they are not harmed or punished. But you must obey me, must do as I say. Do you understand?”

The women looked at him, their expressions a mix of fear and resignation. They knew that they had no choice, knew that they had to obey him if they wanted to keep their children safe. They nodded, their bodies trembling with fear and anticipation.

Alaric smiled, his eyes gleaming with lust. “Alright, ladies,” he began, his voice a low, lustful drawl. “You know what I want. Let’s see those gorgeous bodies of yours. Take it slow, make it sexy. I want to enjoy every moment of this.”

The women exchanged nervous glances, their faces a mix of uncertainty and fear. Evanthe bit her lip, trying to hide her anxiety. Zoey looked down at the floor, her cheeks flushing pink. Sigrid and Elin shared a look that conveyed their mutual dread. They all knew they had no choice but to comply.

Evanthe took a deep breath and stepped forward, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the laces of her gown. “Here goes nothing,” she murmured, trying to put on a brave face. She slowly unlaced the fabric, her deft fingers working the ties until the gown loosened. With a gentle shrug, she let the gown slip off her shoulders, revealing her large, firm breasts. Her nipples were already hard, a mix of the cool air and her own nervous arousal. She stepped out of the gown, standing naked in the soft sunlight filtering through the window.

Zoey followed suit, her hands shaking as she reached for the ties of her dress. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. She loosened the fabric, her body swaying gently as she slipped the dress off her shoulders. Her large breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and erect. She stepped out of the dress, her curvy hips and small waist on full display.

Sigrid and Elin exchanged a final glance before they too began to undress. Sigrid’s gown hit the floor with a soft rustle, revealing her toned, athletic body. Elin’s dress followed, her curves softer, more inviting. The room was filled with the sound of rustling fabric and the soft, nervous breaths of the women.

Alaric watched them, his eyes roaming over their bodies, taking in every curve and line. He could see the fear and uncertainty in their eyes, but he also saw the spark of defiance. It only served to excite him more. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, his voice a low growl. “But we’re not done yet. Dance for me. Show me what you’ve got.”

Evanthe took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Zoey’s for a moment. They shared a silent conversation, a mutual agreement to get this over with. Evanthe began to move, her body swaying gently to a silent rhythm. She ran her hands over her body, her fingers tracing the curve of her breasts, the softness of her waist, the swell of her hips. She turned, her body moving in a slow circle, her hips and ass swaying seductively.

Zoey joined in, her body moving in a seductive rhythm. She closed her eyes, trying to lose herself in the movement, to forget about Alaric’s hungry gaze. She ran her hands through her hair, her body arching as she moved.

Sigrid and Elin moved together, their bodies mirroring each other. They swayed their hips, their hands running over their bodies. They turned, their asses shaking as they moved, their breasts bouncing in unison.

Alaric watched, his cock throbbing with lust. He reached out, his hands cupping Evanthe’s breasts as she danced past him.

She gasped, her body arching into his touch. He squeezed and pinched her nipples, a smirk playing on his lips as she cried out.

He did the same to Zoey, his fingers lingering on her soft flesh.

Sigrid and Elin received the same treatment, their bodies responding to his touch despite their reluctance.

He moved his hands lower, his fingers tracing the curve of their waists, the softness of their hips.

He slipped a hand between Evanthe’s legs, his fingers finding her already wet. “You’re enjoying this more than you thought you would, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble in her ear. She bit her lip, refusing to answer, but her body betrayed her as she moaned softly.

He teased them all, his finger circling their clits, making them moan and buck against his hand.

He slipped a finger inside Zoey, then another, his movements slow and deliberate. She cried out, her body tensing as he curled his fingers, hitting that spot deep inside her.

He did the same to Sigrid and Elin, their bodies responding to his touch, their moans filling the room.

The women were dancing more freely now, their bodies moving in a sensuous rhythm, their hips swaying, their breasts bouncing.

Alaric could feel their bodies tensing, their muscles clenching around his fingers as he brought them closer and closer to the edge.

Evanthe was the first to come, her body convulsing as she cried out, her hips grinding against his hand.

Zoey followed, her body shaking as she climaxed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Sigrid and Elin came together, their bodies trembling, their moans filling the room.

But Alaric didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. He was too turned on, too aroused by their moans and their cries and their bodies’ reactions to his touch. He continued to finger them, his movements quick and hard, his fingers curling and hitting that spot deep inside them that made them scream and moan and come again and again.

The room was filled with the sound of their moans, their cries, their bodies slapping against each other as they danced and came. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, their sweat, their juices. Alaric’s cock was throbbing, his body aching with the need for release.

By the time he was done, the women were a sweaty, trembling mess. Their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, their skin glistening with their own fluids. They looked at him with a mix of fear and desire, their bodies still shaking and trembling with the force of their orgasms.

Alaric looked at them, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He had taken their bodies, had used them like toys, had made them come again and again. And he was looking forward to doing it again, to making them scream and moan and come for him again.

He stood up, his body brushing against theirs as he made his way to the door. “That was… enjoyable,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “But I have things to do. Don’t worry, we’ll pick this up again later.”

With that, he left the estate, leaving the women to clean up and recover. As he walked away, he couldn’t help but smile, already looking forward to their next encounter. He had much to do, much to accomplish, but he knew he would always find time for his favorite pastime.