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The next day, Countess Fina greets Theo with a knowing smile, noticing the faint marks of passion on Lady June's neck. She's pleased that Theo has chosen her daughter, recognizing the importance of the bond they have formed.
With a gentle nod, she suggests a visit to the nearby hot springs, an offer that is met with enthusiasm from the group. The countess, ever attentive, includes Lady June in the invitation, hinting at her awareness of the prophecy's unfolding narrative.
Upon reaching the springs, Theo and the others undress and wash themselves before entering the steaming waters. The air is filled with the scent of minerals and the faint scent of blooming flowers from the surrounding foliage.
Theo sinks into the warm embrace of the water, his eyes scanning the beauty before him. His wives, Arabella, Beatrice, Lily, and the now-healed Emily, sit nearby, their bodies covered modestly with towels.
Lady June and Ely, equally enchanting, sits slightly apart, her eyes meeting Theo's with a shy smile. She seems to glow with an inner light, the prophecy's influence clearly visible.
The sight of them all, their skin flushed from the heat, their bodies hinted at by the clinging fabric, is almost too much for Theo to bear. His arousal grows, his cock straining against the confines of his loincloth.
As he relaxes, Lily approaches him, a mischievous glint in her eye. She knows his desires, his needs, and she's eager to satisfy them. She sits on his lap, her wet towel slipping slightly to reveal her ample breasts.
The other wives and June giggle, teasing him playfully. Their shared love and the prophecy's power create an atmosphere of sensuality that is both comforting and exhilarating.
Theo's eyes widen as Lily leans back, her hand reaching for the tie of his loincloth. His heart races, the anticipation of what's to come palpable.
With a swift movement, she releases him, his erection springing free, much to the delight of his harem. The sight of his arousal elicits gasps and smiles, a silent affirmation of his power and virility.
Their eyes meet, and in that moment, Lily knows that she has his consent. She straddles him, her wetness coating his shaft as she lowers herself onto him.
Their union is swift and passionate, the water splashing around them as they move in perfect harmony. The whispers of the prophecy echo through the air, a reminder of the fate that has brought them all together.
The other wives watch, their own desire growing as they await their turn. June's gaze lingers on the intimate scene, a hint of longing in her eyes.
Theo, lost in the pleasure of the moment, is oblivious to the shifting dynamics. His focus is solely on the woman in his arms, her soft moans, and the way their bodies move together.
The prophecy's whispers grow louder as they reach their peak, the energy in the air crackling with anticipation.
Their love is a dance, a celebration of life and destiny, a testament to the power that lies within each of them. As they come together, the prophecy seems to sigh in satisfaction, its whispers weaving another thread into the tapestry of their fate.
Theo gently withdraws his hard dick from Lily's wet pussy and offers it to the eager faces of his other wives. They all lean in, eager to clean him up with their loving tongues.
Arabella jumps in, her mouth wide as she wraps it around him. She's really good at this, taking him deep into her throat and looking right into his eyes the whole time.
Beatrice and Emily don't wait long either. They start kissing and licking him together, making him feel so good that his body starts to shake.
June is watching all of this, getting really turned on. She's never seen something this sexy before. Something deep inside her wants to be part of it, like it's meant to be.
Theo brings her closer and she opens her mouth too. She starts sucking him off with her follow member, all of them working together like a perfect team.
They kiss and lick his cock all over, their tongues playing around and making him feel amazing.
The four of them keep going, their love growing stronger and stronger. Theo can feel himself getting really close to climaxing.
He looks at his wives and sees how much they want him, and that's when he does it. He cums in their mouths and they all swallow it like it's the most delicious thing ever.
It feels like the prophecy is giving them a big thumbs up for their love and connection. They're not just a group of people who share a man; they're a powerful team that can do anything together.
Theo feels like he's about to explode, and with a loud groan, he lets go. The girls keep sucking until there's nothing left, showing him just how much they care.
Theo's eyes lock onto Lady June's, and with a surge of passion, he pulls Beatrice closer, lifting one of her legs high in the air. She gasps as he thrusts into her, standing tall in the hot spring water.
The sight of their Duke claiming one of his wives so publicly sends ripples of desire through the other women. Arabella and Lily, unable to resist, start kissing each other fervently, their hands wandering over their own bodies.
Emily, not to be left out, approaches from behind, her eyes glued to Theo's muscular backside. She leans in and starts licking his tight asshole, her tongue teasing and exploring, adding a new layer of sensation to the erotic scene unfolding.
June and Ely watch, their eyes wide with lust and a hint of envy. Without a word, they reach for each other's pussies, their fingers moving in a silent rhythm that mirrors Theo's powerful thrusts.
Their bodies are a tableau of passion and desire, each movement speaking louder than words as they all give in to the prophecy's call.
The water splashes around them, mingling with the sounds of their pleasure, a symphony of love that seems to resonate with the very earth itself.
Their actions are a declaration, a physical manifestation of the prophecy's will, binding them tighter together, making them stronger for the battles to come.
Their love is a weapon, a shield, a beacon in the dark. As they reach their peak together, their cries echo through the night, a testament to the prophecy's power and the unyielding bond they share.
The whispers of fate seem to grow quieter, satisfied with the depth of their union, the strength of their love.
The group, now spent and sated, shares a knowing look. The prophecy has once again claimed a piece of their hearts, weaving their destinies even closer together.
As they leave the hot springs, the dawn light kisses their bodies, a symbol of the new beginnings their love has brought to the kingdom of Astra.
Theo knows he has a long road ahead, but with his harem by his side, he's ready to face whatever trials the prophecy throws at them.
Their love is unbreakable, a force that will reshape the very fabric of the world around them. And as they return to the palace, their hearts and bodies forever entwined, they do so as one, ready to conquer the challenges ahead as a united front.
Theo, his heart full and his body sated from the passionate encounter with his wives, invites Lady June to join them for dinner with Countess Fina.
The dinner is a grand affair, the dining hall adorned with the finest silks and crystal. The air is filled with the aroma of exotic spices and roasting meats. The countess is thrilled by the growing bond between her daughter and Theo. She can feel the prophecy's whispers growing louder, hinting at an alliance that could change the very course of Astra's history.
Lady June sits next to Theo, her cheeks flushed from both shyness and desire. The other wives, noticing her discomfort, make an effort to include her in the conversation, sharing stories and laughter that lighten the mood.
Theo is acutely aware of the political dance happening around him. The countess's smile is knowing, and he can see the cogs turning in her mind as she calculates the benefits of an alliance with him and her daughter.
Throughout the meal, Theo's hand rests on June's thigh, his thumb making small, comforting circles. The touch sends a jolt of electricity through her, and she tries to focus on the food and conversation, but her thoughts keep drifting back to their earlier encounter.
The prophecy's whispers grow louder as the night goes on, the tension in the room palpable. It's clear that their relationship is not just about passion; it's about destiny.
The dinner conversation is filled with tales of Astra's past, the countess sharing stories of triumph and loss. June listens intently, her eyes never leaving Theo's, her heart racing as she considers her place in the prophecy.
As the meal comes to a close, the group moves to the drawing room. Theo and June find themselves alone for a moment, their eyes locking in a silent understanding.
The prophecy seems to urge them closer, their bodies responding to the call of fate. He leans in, brushing his lips against hers, and she melts into the kiss, her hands finding their way to his chest.
Their passion is undeniable, a force that seems to have a will of its own. They kiss deeply, their bodies pressed together, the whispers of destiny guiding them.
The prophecy's power is a living, breathing presence in the room, a silent observer to their burgeoning love. It's as if the very air is charged with the promise of what's to come.
The other wives, feeling the shift in the air, look at them with a mix of curiosity and acceptance. They know that the prophecy is at play here, that their destinies are all intertwined.
Theo and June break apart, their breaths heavy, their eyes full of love and promise. The countess enters, her expression unreadable, but Theo can feel the weight of her gaze on their union.
The night stretches ahead of them, filled with potential and the whispers of destiny. The prophecy's path is clear; their hearts are forever entwined in its grand design.
But as they sit together, sharing a quiet moment, it's not the whispers of the prophecy that fill their minds. It's the promise of love, the hope of a future where they stand together, united in purpose and passion.
And as the candles flicker and the shadows dance, the whispers of fate seem to nod in approval, acknowledging the power of their love and the alliances it will forge.
Theo's gaze lingers on Lady June as they sit at the grand dinner table. The air is thick with anticipation, the weight of the prophecy's whispers almost tangible.
He leans closer to Countess Fina, his voice low and filled with the gravity of his request. "Your grace," he begins, "I wish to speak of Lady June."
The countess's eyes narrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She's been expecting this, the prophecy's whispers hinting at the inevitability of this conversation. "What is it you wish to discuss, Duke?" she asks, her tone curious yet cautious.
Theo takes a deep breath, feeling the eyes of his wives on him. "I wish to make her my concubine," he says firmly, "To strengthen the alliance between our lands and to honor the prophecy that has brought us together."
Lady June's heart races, her eyes wide with shock and hope. She had dreamed of this moment but never dared to believe it could happen.
The countess considers his words, her gaze flicking from Theo to her daughter and back again. "Such a union would indeed be significant," she murmurs, her voice like velvet.
The other wives exchange glances, their expressions a mix of excitement and apprehension. They know that this could change everything, that the prophecy's tapestry is about to be woven with new threads.
Theo's hand finds June's, giving it a comforting squeeze. "I promise to treat her with the same respect and care as I do all of you," he says, looking into her eyes.
Her cheeks flush with color, and she nods, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Your Grace," she says, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
The countess nods, a smile playing on her lips. "Very well, Duke Theo," she says, her voice clear and strong. "I grant you my daughter's hand as your concubine. May your union be blessed by the gods and may it bring prosperity to our lands."
The room erupts in applause, the sound echoing through the hall. The whispers of fate seem to crescendo in response, acknowledging the significant turn in the prophecy's narrative.
Theo stands, pulling June to her feet. He takes her in his arms, their kiss sealing the deal. The prophecy's power surges through them, a sign that their love is truly meant to be.
The group shares a knowing smile, their hearts swelling with pride and love. The prophecy has led them here, to this moment, and together they will face whatever the future holds.
As they break apart, the whispers of fate seem to fade, their job done for now. But deep in their hearts, they all know that this is just the beginning of their epic journey together.