Bastet’s grip was firm, missing the excitement from Nyx’s touch. Instead, a subtle warmth radiated from her touch. Her adoration-filled gaze remained fixed on Kaiden’s distant, massive form, but her words were directed at the emotionally distraught Valkyrie.
"Master is seeming drawn to this woman on the most instinctive of levels. He will not regret it when he wakes up. We should let him make the decision, Aria. He knows what he is doing, even in this state."
Aria’s lips began to tremble. There was one thing Aria had to acknowledge: Kaiden was incredibly picky, or perhaps loyal would be the better term. He had thousands of fangirls, many of whom would not only be happy to do it with him but even pay premium money for it.
She saw selfies of some women, and some of them were real beauties. If Kaiden were a horndog, he could’ve just slid into their DMs and met with horny women who would be ready to fulfill all his desires.
But he never did it. It was against who he was as a person.
That’s why Aria knew that Bastet was right. If he was this smitten by this demoness, then he’d already made the decision.
Calypso, this red-skinned demoness, would become her sister-wife.
The raw, desperate energy seemed to drain out of Aria’s body, replaced by the admittance of defeat. She fully stopped struggling at long last.
Luna was finally allowed to breathe a visible sigh of relief. Though she knew her friend well enough not to let her go just yet.
One could argue that Aria was the most normal, stable girl in the harem, possessing an elegant poise. But that was until something prompted her jealousy and possessiveness to spike, which, as any new female attention on Kaiden proved, was not the hardest thing to prompt.
After that, she became a true yandere, though the "good kind" of yandere. She never harbored any thoughts of hurting Kaiden in any capacity. The women who might snatch him away from her, however...
"Kai..." Aria whispered, her voice barely a thread. Then, gathering every single emotion her frenzied heart held, she unleashed it all from the depths of her soul in the form of a shout. Her voice echoed across the field:
"Kaiden Grey, I will not forgive you if you dare impregnate her before me!!!"
Down in the clearing, Calypso felt the vibrations of the silver-haired Valkyrie’s furious ultimatum. Her own yellow eyes, blazing with newly found emotion, seemed to sparkle at the mention of the name.
"Kaiden Grey..." she murmured, savoring the sound as she repeated it. "Is that your name? It feels strange on my tongue, but... I like it."
She let a slow, sultry smile curve her lips, offering her full, undivided attention to the figure towering over her. She waited for a command, a word, anything that would finalize this moment of submission.
Kaiden, however, was not responsive, at least not in terms of entering a conversation. He did not speak, nor did his expression change from its beastly, entranced state. Instead, the massive Great Demon only stared down into the Infernal Matriarch’s yellow eyes. His gaze was deep, unblinking, and utterly consuming.
He was a mountain of raw, demonic will. The air around him pulsed with a domineering, imposing aura, a silent pressure that crushed the concept of resistance out of existence.
The only movement was the slight tremor in the Matriarch’s body as she knelt, basking in the terrifying yet endearing attention of her new Lord.
The silent, intense staring lasted for what felt like an eternity. The two apex beings were locked in a charged moment of dominance and surrender, deeply enjoyed by both parties.
Then, the moment broke.


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