Journey’s End: Thirteen Beauties, One Man, One Destiny [Part-3]
And just as Leon was getting ready to pin her down and take her all the way, to bury his dick in her tight, wet pussy and screw her like she always fantasized—the tent’s flap creaked
Tsubaki was stuck in the entranceway. Eyes open wide, face flushed a fiery red, lips parted slightly as she panted softly, chest heaving with every shallow breath. She had watched it all. From the movement of Leon’s body over Mia’s, to the way the girl underneath him moaned and contorted her back in helpless enjoyment, to the way his thick dick simply lay on her distended clit into that her dripping pussy. Tsubaki’s legs clamped together naturally, her thighs squeezing in an attempt to contain the fire flaring up between them.
Leon observed it. Her hunger wasn’t concealed—it was etched on every quivering inch of her well-trained body. She did not avert her gaze. She couldn’t. And he didn’t let her escape.
With a deliberate, commanding movement, he opened his hand. No word spoken, but it was understood. His gaze seared hers—not for permission, but for claim. The knight who once vowed to defend Lira with unyielding attention now stood powerless against the force of the man whose existence consumed all in its path. She went in.
Leon drew her into the tent, into the heat, the desire, the passion already blazing like fire between the bodies inside. His hunter’s nature could not permit a precious prize to escape—not when she stood before him, shivering with muted desire. That night, the only sounds outside the tent were the quiet rustle of the barrier Leon set upon the tent—a silent barrier that allowed no noise out, no breath of what happened within.
Inside, it was pandemonium. Leon’s passion. The fire in his eyes. Skin on skin. Lips, moans, sweat, and the thudding of bodies into each other. Tsubaki and Mia had never been touched as such before—never had their nipples sucked and bitten so ravenously, to say nothing of their tight, untouched pussies being stretched so suddenly, so far, as Leon’s cock thrust into them both, taking her whole one by one. Her moans mixed with Mia’s, the two women writhing under Leon’s touch, fingers tangled in each other’s hair, lips locked between moans and breathless gasps.
He fucked them both—relentless, raw, and unrestrained. One hand on Tsubaki’s ass, pulling her ass on top of his cock, while his lips devoured Mia’s mouth. He loved both of them that night, their bodies writhing in maddened, fevered lust, both knights giving all to the man they had secretly desired. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, their cries—shout-and-shout-and-again, helpless and overflowing—rang through the closed tent until dawn colored the horizon.
By morning, Tsubaki and Mia couldn’t walk in a straight line. Their legs shook, their hips aching, their bodies bruised with kisses and bites—testimony to a night neither of them would ever forget. The others saw. Each step the two women took was accompanied by knowing smiles and teasing glances, but no one ventured to ask what happened—because they all knew. And they understood. Things had changed.
Lira, having decided to sleep outside of Leon’s tent that evening, observed them at a distance. Her queenly smile remained fixed, but the look in her eyes revealed the truth—a subdued jealousy, suppressed by elegant reserve. She said nothing. Not yet.
But she would not remain silent for long.
It was on the fourth night of travel, after the night meal had digested and the stars twinkled like broken pearls laid out on an ocean of midnight, that the group sat around the fire. The fire spat its soft crackles, bathing every one of their faces in a warm, shimmering light. There was a quiet stillness in the air—the kind which only comes when everybody understands the moment is unique. Significant.
Leon sat amidst his wives and lovers, the women who had stood by him through blood and storm, lust and loyalty. Their laughter had dwindled, replaced by silence, except for the swaying grass and the soft tinkle of tea cups.
That was when he spoke.
He did not equivocate.
About the woman from his past—how she had once been everything to him. How duty and fate had torn them apart, bending their lives into divergent paths, only to bring them back together again, too late but also in time.
He spoke no fear, no apology. Only still honesty and remorse—for the secrecy, not the love.
He explained to them how Sona had become his in everything but name. How they’d touched bodies and hearts. How she’d now come back to stand by him, not only a ghost of remembrance, but his haunted wife.
He didn’t shy from the specifics. And none of the women looked away.
Rias was the first to nod. Serene, accepting.
Aria rested against his side, eyes gentle.
Cynthia smiled quietly.
Syra and Kyra gasped softly to one another but didn’t object.
Mia flushed but remained silent—simply grasped his hand.
Even Tsubaki stood firm and calm but accept relationship between her queen and the man she love.
They didn’t scream. They didn’t bawl. They heard. Because they knew Leon’s heart was never little—he had always loved deeply, and completely.
But the one response he dreaded the most... was Lira’s.
The silver-haired princess sat cross-legged beside the fire, her small face inscrutable. She sipped her tea in silence, queen-like as ever. At the end of the story, she merely looked at him.
And then, in that serene, steady voice of hers, she said:
"Can you always make Mother happy?"
Leon looked at her, unflinching. "I will. I always will," he said without hesitation.
She looked at him a moment longer. Then smiled. Soft. Knowing.
"Then it’s alright. I know Mother selected you... which is to say she really loves you. And you’re the only man she can admire."
Her voice was serene, but her eyes. Leon saw something else buried deep within them. A flash of feeling that didn’t fit with her smile. Complicated. Quiet. Something she didn’t feel ready to admit out loud.
He didn’t push her. Didn’t call her out. But he sensed it—the mood around them changed, like the air had gotten a little warmer, more comfortable.
The fire popped. The tension eased. Everyone returned to ease. Laughter crept back in whispers. Tea cups got refilled again. Eventually, one by one, the group went to their tents, leaving only smoldering embers behind.
The darkness lay long and quiet. A still and quiet hush deepened on the plains.
And then—silent steps.
Lira crept into his camp unseen.