Leo had never been more aware of his situation than in this moment— two powerful, dangerous women, each claiming a piece of him, neither willing to to the other win.
Zyra, the ferocious Wolf Queen, exuded raw dominance, her possessive grip on him sending a clear message: he belonged to her. But Lira, the seductive Fox Enchantress, was equally determined, her fingers tracing lazy, teasing circles over his skin as if daring Zyra to stop her.
The air in the chamber was thick with tension, charged with an unspoken challenge between them.
Leo, half-dazed with lust from the lingering touches and kisses, could do nothing but watch as his fate was being decided right before him.
Would they tear each other apart?
Or... was there another way to settle this battle?
*******
"Let. Go. Of. Him." Zyra's voice was a low, dangerous growl, her nails pressing into Leo's shoulder as she tightened her hold.
Lira, still smirking, tilted her head playfully. "Oh, Zyra must you always be so dramatic? You are acting like you own him."
Zyra bared her teeth. "I do."
Leo's breath hitched. There was something primal in her voice, something that sent a thrill of anticipation rushing through him.
Lira's golden fox eyes gleamed with mischief. "Oh, sweetheart," she purred, leaning in until her lips nearly brushed his ear, "if he was truly yours, he wouldn't have let me touch him like this."
Her hands wandered, her soft touch igniting another wave of heat through Leo's body.
Zyra snapped.
With a feral snarl, she grabbed Lira by the wrist, yanking her away from Leo. "If you want to keep your hands, I suggest you stop testing me."
Lira only laughed, her tails flicking behind her in amusement. "Oh, but what fun would that be?"
Leo swallowed hard, his body betraying him as the tension between the two women made his blood run a bit. He was supposed to be a human, powerless compared to them—yet here he was, caught in a battle between two lethal temptresses who wanted him for themselves.
And worse?
He wanted them too.
[Ding! The system has issued a new task!]
Leo's head snapped up, a cold sweat breaking out on his skin as the familiar hateful voice of the System echoed in his mind.
[Congratulations, Host! You are currently caught between two top-tier beauties, both craving your touch]
[New Task: Satisfy both the Wolf Queen and the Fox Enchantress without dying in the process!]
[Reward: +10 strength, +5 Charm, and a Mysterious Ability.]
[Penalty for Failure: A fate worse than death.]
Leo froze.
A fate worse than death?!
"What the hell does that even mean?" he thought frantically.
Not that he had much time to think.
Because Zyra's fierce, piercing gaze was locked onto him, her expression unreadable.
And Lira?
She had a knowing smirk, her eyes dancing with wicked delight as if she had heard everything.
"You are trembling, Leo," she whispered, trailing a featherlight touch along his collarbone. "Could it be.... that you are enjoying this?"
Zyra growled, jerking him closer, her sharp nails dragging lightly across his skin. "He's mine, Lira. Whatever game you think you are playing—end it."
Lira let out a mock gasp, placing a delicate hand over her heart. "Oh, dear. So possessive. But tell me, Zyra, do you think you alone can handle this handsome male? A lot of females are still coming for him."
Her words were deliberate, teasing, and provocative.
And deadly effective.
Because Zyra's jaw clenched, her wolfish pride bristling at the challenge.
Leo suddenly understood.
This wasn't just about him anymore.
Lira was intentionally pushing Zyra's limits, forcing her into a situation where she'd have to either back down or give in to the unthinkable— sharing him.
Judging from the flicker of hesitation in Zyra's eyes, Leo realized something shocking.
She was considering it.
*******
Leo didn't know how it happened.
One moment he was at the mercy of two feuding queens.
The next?
He was flat on his back, a wolf's claws and a fox's both claiming him at once.
Zyra's heated kisses seared his skin, her teeth nipping possessively, while Lira's wicked hands traced every curve of his body, teasing him to the edge of madness.
They weren't fighting anymore.
They were devouring him.
And Leo?
Leo was helpless.
Caught between the fierce hunger of a dominant Alpha and the sinister seduction of a fox with no limits.
The pleasure was overwhelming, a wicked torment he had no chance of resisting.
The System's mocking voice rang in his head.
[Ding! Congratulations! Take progress: 50% completed.]
But Leo barely heard it.
Because he was far too gone, too lost in the fire, as the two of the most dangerous women in the realm took turns destroying.
And he loved every second of it.
*******
Leo didn't know when he had passed out.
But when he woke up, his entire body ached, and he was surrounded by trouble.
Zyra was still asleep, her arm dropped over his chest, her wolfish features soft in slumber.
Lira, on the other hand, was very much awake and smirking down at him.
"Well, well," she purred. "Looks like our little male survived the night."
Leo groaned, covering his face. "I'm not sure if I should be grateful or terrified."
Lira laughed, flicking her tails playfully. "Both."
But before Low could respond, the door to the chamber burst open—and this time, it wasn't Zyra or Lira.
It was another female.
A third Queen.
And she didn't look happy.