Ghoul King's Harem

Alexander paced down the hallway, wearing only a loose pair of baggy black pants that were soft to the touch, his muscular body with the three tattoo\'s on full display as he passed the leering knights and maids, all of who watched him with keen eyes.

\'It\'s kinda nice to be so desired~ I am invincible~.\'

However, it felt strange when they called him "Hyur", which seemed to be their word for King or a male leader. 

Because it was such a rare occurrence to have a male in this position, it was a somewhat outdated and unused word by anyone but the noble class and above.

\'I wonder why she\'s being so weird...\'

He noticed that since he returned, Zilna started following him; not unpleasant, but she didn\'t leer at him like before, instead becoming more respectful and always walking with a straight and perfect posture and pace. 

"Now then... Her room was to the right, two doors after the main entrance..."

Quickening his pace, Alex began to rush to Qiliana\'s room, wanting to make sure there was nothing wrong and to make plans for the future; he couldn\'t leave this place even if he wished to, the only saving grace was that even if he spent a year here, a day or two would pass in reality thanks to Kayne\'s added favour.

eaglesnovɐ1,сoМ \'That bastard... makes me so angry... But...\'

"He gave me time to improve before the second wave; I cannot ignore that fact... nor can I waste this time given to me!"

Clack!

He slammed open the large double blue doors, with golden fixtures and a beautiful rising sun pattern on the door; Zilna gasped as he rushed into the room; a brilliant sight of expensive and high-class furniture came into view.

Instantly he was struck by the difference in the culture between this Sarian princess and himself; this space\'s luxury shocked him.

The room was filled with luxurious and thick fabrics, richly colours rugs strewn across the smooth earthen floor, and strange but intricate tapestries adorned the walls, some depicting women defeating mythical beasts with countless heads or female heroes leading the people.

But they were embroidered with a strange cloth that seemed to be created with shimmering threats and precious stones.

\'Such an extravagant room!\'

Alexander\'s head moved around as he looked for the princess figure, only to see her vast canopied bed in the centre of the room, with wondrous silken drapes drawn to reveal a thick mattress stuffed with soft feathers and countless different pillows, each one more extravagant than the last.

He stepped forward, the tap of his feet quiet, touching the strange boxes at each corner of the bed, only to discover they were oil lamps filled with a peculiar glass that gave the flickering flames a soft, warming orange glow.

A large, intricately carved wooden chest sat against the wall, its lid open to reveal a collection of ornate jewellery and gold trinkets.

Nearby, a low table was covered in an array of exotic fruits arranged in delicate patterns, and a silver pitcher of cool, refreshing water sat beside it.

A fire pit crackled and spat in one corner of the room, its flames casting long shadows across the room. Above the pit hung a large bronze chandelier decorated with intricate patterns of twisting vines and flowers and holding a dozen or more flickering candles.

He moved further into the room, stroking along the windows covered in thin, colourful curtains, allowing the soft morning light to filter through and dance across the room.

The air was thick with the sweet scent of jasmine and sandalwood, and the gentle sound of a nearby fountain added to the peaceful ambience of the space.

"I guess a princess is a princess, even if her kingdom collapses...huh?" Alexander whispered as he entered a side room; the door was a strange sliding style that opened quickly; the image he was greeted with was more extravagant and beautiful than all the bright cloth and wonderful gems as he stared with a hungry gaze.

Alexander walked further into her chambers and entered the doorway to a spacious bathroom.

Upon entering, he was greeted by a large, sunken bathtub in the centre of the room, big enough to fit four people.

The bathtub was filled with steaming water, scented with the sweet fragrance of honey and almond; her bathroom was lit by torches mounted on the walls, casting flickering shadows across the room.

His eyes peered at the walls lined with intricately tiled mosaics depicting scenes of the Sarian gods and goddesses, and the floor was made of smooth, polished stone.

Next to the bathtub was a small table adorned with oil bottles and fragrant soap jars. The soap had a silky texture and a luxurious scent that filled the room with a warm, honeyed aroma.

Qilana must have spared no expense in sourcing the best ingredients for her bath, thought Alexander.

As Alexander admired the luxurious bathroom and the scent of the fragrant bath, he heard a soft humming coming from behind a nearby curtain.

Curious, he approached the curtain quietly, and as he drew near, he noticed it was slightly ajar.

Peeking through the gap, he saw the Sarian princess Qilana standing near a large vanity with a mirror framed in polished bronze at the room\'s far end.

The vanity was cluttered with jars and bottles of various lotions and perfumes, all with the same rich and indulgent aroma as the bath. A towel rack stood beside the vanity, draped with fluffy white towels and robes.

She was dressed in a simple robe as it slid to the ground, her beautiful skin silky like honey as the desert princess began to sway her hips and hummed louder.

"Hmmm~ today is a good day~" Qilana was humming as she slowly slid down her silk undergarments, the sound as they slipped across her desert colours skin causing Alexander to swallow his saliva.

\'What a nice and juicy ass. Is it something she eats?\'

Not only was it plump, but the slightly toned texture and gentle swaying and jiggling with each of her movements was far more erotic than it should have been; he could see her thick black garden as she seemed to be stretching, her delicate fingers touching her toes.

A pair of silver orbs suddenly fluttered as she looked between her legs.

"Hello there, my cute little princess. What a lovely plump ass you have."

Her word upside down showed a man, his body half exposed with thick muscles that were firm and tightly packed from his abs to his neck; Qilana couldn\'t help but stare.

"Thank you, you also have a nice cock." She answered as if by the response, before feeling strange, as usually, a male was never aggressive regarding relations between women and men.

Alexander fucked up; he knew it was impolite to stare, however the slightly parted slit, neat and pristine as if no corruption or dirt had touched it, the sticky silver thread dripping slowly as her face slowly turned red, with her eyes widened as she noticed the growing bulge inside his pants.

"Ah... Eh...." Qilana didn\'t know how to speak; today, she took a bath alone because Zilna was assigned to protect Alexander, and she sent the maids away for a short break.

"Can I join you for the bath?" Alexander didn\'t think acting embarrassed was needed, as he could feel her sexual excitement and her delight at seeing his half-naked body, the thoughts he could hear right now.

[I want to bathe together; show me that massive weapon up close. Will he let me touch it? Is he already to do those things after being so hurt? We\'re married, right... we kissed, so Mother said he is mine, right?]

While the thoughts she was able to hear were relatively simple and very vulgar.

\'I want her to sit on my lap; I want to fuck this sexy desert princess and make her squeal my name.\' 

Despite these being a portion of his true feelings, Alexander found that he could control his emotions far better than an average person, maybe because he was a ghoul or due to the stressful situation of the past month or two.

So, instead of revealing his thoughts about the war, how to fight and those things. He would instead act like a sex-crazed idiot after feeling the stress, despair and worry plaguing this girl\'s mind. 

\'Because of her kindness, she is slowly transforming into my Vesta; I didn\'t want this kind of thing to happen anymore and would rather have slowly made her fall for me than transformed her... Oh well... I\'ll take good care of this sweet, brown ass.\'

Alexander was the first to take action, stepping forward as he pulled the string tightening his pants.

However, he didn\'t plan to do anything but light petting and teasing her today; he could feel her gaze and thoughts now almost obsessed with his lower body as it slowly flopped out, slapping his abs with a loud smack.

\'This girl... Well, it\'s like a woman getting her tits out for a guy in my world; I can understand her, but snorting and letting her nose flare that badly... is this girl a princess..\'

"Ah.... uhm... That I didn\'t answer, though!?" She finally managed to speak, but her eyes were still watching the huge swaying rod as he stepped forward and began to climb into the huge bath filled with steaming hot water.

"I don\'t care... come on, get your top off and let\'s bath together," Alexander responded with a commanding tone, watching with amusement as she quickly unfastened her upper tunic, fumbling with her slightly trembling hands while he began to squirt a strange bottle of viscous fluid into his hands and smear it over his body.

The scent was like almonds and honey, but it felt unique and warm when he spread it over his skin, enjoying the warm bath with thick bubbles that caused him to relax further as the gentle splash of Qilana\'s feet entered the vast bath and sounded beside him.

\'Oh?\'

[Since he\'s so aroused from my body, let\'s be bold and sit beside him! His scent is so good, I want to smell it more, but he might think I am weird...]

Alexander listened to this closet pervert princess\'s true thoughts as he spread his legs apart and leaned against the bath\'s side, looking towards her as the beautiful slit appeared a few inches from his face.

His eyes were fixated on the neat and slightly parted with a warm and earthy scent like chestnut and roasted almonds, watching it intently as the silver strands of honey began to dribble down her thigh before she quickly sat down, the splash of water covering his body as she looked at him with a slightly sharp glare.

[Damn, perverted man... Doesn\'t he know that only sluts stare at a naked woman with such open lust! Ah.... why is my body so hot from his gaze...]