NTR: King gets Cucked-Chapter 1: New King

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On October 31st, the proud yet small kingdom of Draconia fell. Emperor Damon Stormwatch of the Grimgaard Empire made sure the world knew of his victory — King Dylan's head was mounted on a spike at the highest tower of Drakestone Castle.

Damon had walked into the royal chambers where Queen Audra and her two young children, Zyran and Drucila, were hiding and closed the doors behind him. It is said that he gave the queen an ultimatum: become his concubine or die along with her children. To save the lives of her year-old twins, Queen Audra agreed. A political agreement was later forged — Zyran and Drucila were to be raised as hostages within the Grimgaard Empire until Zyran came of age. Upon adulthood, Zyran would ascend the throne of Draconia, but only as a vassal king under Grimgaard's rule. Damon believed this would crush any future rebellion while securing the empire's right to Draconia's wealth and resources.

Twenty years later

Zyran was finally going to be crowned King of Draconia. Though he had visited his kingdom many times over the years, standing now before the great hall of Drakestone Castle felt different. The heavy wooden doors stood open, and four men inside watched as he approached — Karlos, Alex, Evrin, and Ian — the royal advisors who had governed the kingdom in his absence. Zyran's silvery-white hair shimmered under the light, his piercing blue eyes dull and bored. He had been told to trust these men, to respect them — but trust was a dangerous thing for a king.

The men greeted him respectfully, their expressions composed as they exchanged formalities. A servant interrupted them, bowing deeply before speaking.

"Your Majesty, the Queens have arrived — along with Princess Drucila."

Zyran's lips curled into a smile. He wasted no time, striding toward the castle gates with quiet urgency. His heart quickened as he spotted them.

Queen Althea and Queen Nyra stood side by side — perfection made flesh. The castle guards stood frozen, their mouths slightly agape at the sight of the royal wives.

Althea, with golden hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders, straightened the thin white lace of her dress. The hem barely covered her creamy thighs, and the neckline dipped low, exposing the swell of her full breasts. Her innocent-looking face contrasted sinfully with the seductive curve of her body.

Behind her stood Nyra, her shy gaze downcast beneath a curtain of shimmering coral-blue hair. Her short white and blue dress clung to her slender frame, accentuating the gentle curve of her hips.

They bowed gracefully. Zyran opened his mouth to speak, but Althea was faster — she gripped his sleeve and pulled him down into a kiss.

"Mmm..." Zyran groaned as her tongue slid past his lips. The taste of honeyed nectar flooded his mouth, making his cock throb painfully beneath his trousers.

Althea's lips released him with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva stretching between them.

Nyra's pout was immediate. "That's not fair..." she murmured.

Zyran chuckled, slipping his hand behind her slender neck and drawing her close. His mouth crushed against hers — soft and pliant beneath his lips. Nyra's breath hitched as he deepened the kiss, his tongue claiming her sweetness.

"Aren't you forgetting someone?"

Zyran barely had time to turn before his sister's arms wrapped around his neck. Drucila's silver hair spilled over his shoulder as she smiled up at him with her ruby eyes.

"I hope you girls had a pleasant journey?" Zyran asked as he slid his hands over his wives' waists possessively.

"There was no trouble, Your Highn—"

"I'm beat," Althea interrupted, brushing her golden hair behind her ear. "Please tell me this place has a decent bath."

Zyran's smirk widened. "Even better. Drakestone is famous for its hot springs. The royal bathhouse has already been prepared."

Althea's eyes darkened with interest.

"But first," Zyran's voice lowered as his hands slid down to their hips, "settle into your chambers. Then..." He leaned closer, his mouth brushing Althea's ear. "We can all bathe together."

Nyra's cheeks flushed, her breath hitching. Althea's smile turned wicked.

"Careful, my king," Althea whispered. "You might not survive the night."

Zyran's cock throbbed painfully at the thought. His hands tightened around their soft curves as he led them through the castle doors.