Emperor Night (NTR)

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"All my work, dashed in an instant. I should have known better than to trust Jonn. I should have left him to die, and left his ashborn slut to become a military whore." the Tracker threw his mace, it lodged firmly in the hideout's wall.

"All is not lost." Kianna did her best to comfort her fiancé. "We have been wounded, but the Resistance still lives. It doesn't matter what some rogue sorcerer does."

"But our father is dead Kianna." Vianna spoke up for the first time in a long time. "Our people have no leader."

"You're right, and our people need a leader now more than ever," Kianna said, her voice firm. She stood tall. "And I, as the heir to the Rainfell crown, will do whatever it takes to restore our land to its former glory."

Tellik, the Tracker, halted his pacing. He looked at Kianna, seeing the fire in her eyes, a reflection of the determination that had driven him to do anything to protect the realm. "You're right," he said, "I will stand by your side, Kianna. As your husband and the new king of Rainfell. Together, we will rebuild what was lost."

"This is not just about ruling," Vianna said, her voice clear and strong. "It's about family, about legacy. You will need heirs, a line to carry on the fight should something happen to us."

A slow nod from Tellik signalled his agreement. "I will claim both of you as my wives," he declared. "We will have a large family, securing the royal line and ensuring the future of Rainfell."

Kianna and Vianna exchanged a look of surprise.

"That would be very unusual." Kianna coughed.

"You're not just trying to get into my pants are you Tellik?" Vianna crossed her arms.

Tellik gazed upon the twins, his future queens, and saw not just the future of his lineage, but of all Rainfell. The decision to claim them both was not made lightly; it was a strategic move, weaving the strands of love and duty together into a tapestry of power and continuity.

"Our bloodline must be strong and undisputed," he explained, his voice stern yet tender. "In unity, we will present an unbreakable front to our enemies. Our children will be the embodiment of that strength. To you, Kianna and Vianna, I offer not just my hand in marriage, but a partnership that will shape the destiny of our people."

The twins exchanged a glance, their expressions a mixture of reluctance and acceptance. They understood the gravity of the situation, the necessity of their roles. With a nod from each, they agreed to Tellik's proposition.

"Well then, let us not waste any time." Tellik did not hesitate.

The urgency of their situation demanded action. He approached Vianna first, his hands roaming her body. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands moved to drop her pants.

Kianna watched, a complex emotion swirling within her. She loved Tellik, but the idea of sharing him, of experiencing this intimate act with her sister present filled her with jealousy.

Tellik laid Vianna upon the wooden table and entered her with a single, powerful thrust, causing her to gasp with a mix of surprise and excitement. His rhythm was steady, his desire to plant his seed within her strong.

Kianna approached, her eyes locked on Tellik's muscular form as he moved atop her twin sister. She placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the tension in his muscles as he claimed Vianna's body as his own.

Tellik turned to Kianna, his gaze filled with longing. He pulled her close, his lips meeting hers. His hand found its way between her legs, his fingers skilfully teasing her through the fabric of her pants.

Withdrawing from Vianna, he shifted his attention to Kianna. He undressed her with eagerness. He lifted her onto the table beside her sister, and with a fierce thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely. The twins held each other's hands, their bodies rocking in unison with Tellik's powerful movements his cock and hand working skilfully to pleasure.

As Tellik moved between the two, fucking each with a desperate intensity, he knew that this act was more than just the creation of heirs. It was an outlet for him to work out his failures.

Meanwhile, Kianna and Vianna, their rivalry, as old as they were, took centre stage. Not in open competition, but in the subtle dance of seduction.

Kianna, with her fiery spirit and sharp intellect, had always been the one to take charge. She wrapped her legs around Tellik's waist, pulling him deeper into her. Her cries of pleasure designed to ensnare his senses, to make him forget the world outside their intimate embrace.

Vianna, the more nurturing and empathetic of the two, reached out, her fingers brushing down Tellik's chest, feeling the beat of his heart beneath her touch. She met his thrusts with a gentle undulation of her hips, creating a harmony of movement. Her eyes, filled with adoration, locked onto his.

The Tracker, caught between the two, felt the intensity of their love. He was torn between the raw, unbridled passion of Kianna and the tender, heartfelt affection of Vianna. Each had their own unique allure, a different facet of the same coin. He found himself lost in their embrace, his mind clouded with desire and the need to claim them both as his own.

As the moments passed, the twins' attempts to outdo one another became more pronounced, each one of them begging for Tellik's seed. Kianna, her eyes glazed with lust, arched her back and ground her hips against Tellik's hand, mewling for him to fill her with his essence. Vianna, not to be outdone, clawed at his chest, her lips uttering filthy pleas, her body quivering with the anticipation of being claimed by the man who until recently was only her sister's.

Tellik, overcome with the need to make both his own, felt hi cock throb. He reached out, his hands finding their hips, positioning them so that their pussies pressed together. He slid his cock between their folds feel each sister's warmth on a different side of his shaft. With a final, powerful thrust, Tellik reached his climax, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He did his best to equally fill the twins to their capacity. The twins, seeing the ecstasy on Tellik's face, knew that their performance had been a success.

As Tellik sat down, his rage had subsided. 'This could work.' He thought to himself.