Cassian’s arms were around my waist to make sure I did not slip off from thighs. His length was buried deep inside me, doing what he had mentioned earlier, thrusting Isaiah’s come back into me. The position we were in was rather taxing, my back pressed up against his chest while he was the one moving me up and down. I was surprised by his hidden strength but could not truly focus on it because Augustus was distracting by nibbling on my hardened nipples.

　　His fingers would purposely brush against the still raw bite mark he had left on my side and every time he did, I felt my body shudder.

　　“You like to have your chest played with? Hm?” Cassian’s hot breath whispered into my ear. “You’re tightening up so much,”

　　“I ah, that’s not true—!” I tried to deny his words, but my mind was blanking every time the tip of his length brushed against my sweet spot. I was certain that I would not be able to control myself any longer. My body was burning, core knotting up as I wanted more of their seed, I wanted them to impregnate me.

　　“Ah…Cordelia… you’re going to be the death of me—ngh!” he sighed as he pushed me down to sheath himself inside me fully. A second later, I could feel him pumping his seed inside me as I failed to control my lewd moans.

　　“That was fast,” Isaiah teased, and I could only imagine the glare Cassian was shooting at him.

　　Cassian then lifted me up, and sitting me down onto the bed, the mixture of their come filling my stomach and also spilling out of me. “Are you alright?” he asked, kissing the back of my head.

　　“m’ okay…” I mumbled, turning my attention to Augustus. I held my hand out to him. “Augustus,” I called out.

　　“You should rest first, Cordelia.” He said and if I was in the right state of mind, I would have listened to him and tried to catch both my breath and bearing but I could not get rid of this greed inside of me that wanted more, more of them, more of everything they had to offer me.

　　“I need you,” I breathed and with that Augustus took my hand and scooted closer to me.

　　“Cassian, support her back.” He said as he slowly pushed me back until I was leaning my back against Cassian’s chest again. I could feel his length pressed up against my own back, surprised that it was already hard again.

　　Cassian laughed as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into an embrace. “This is such a naughty position, Augustus. I could move away if you want a more—private time with her.”

　　Augustus ignored him as he spread my legs apart and settled between them. He stared at my glistening hole, already filled with both Cassian’s and Isaiah’s seeds. He then looked at me, our eyes meeting as I noticed such a desire-filled gaze from him. Such a beautiful face, arousal tainting it and only making me more flustered.

　　The then leaned down, pressing his lips onto mine. His lips were unnaturally cold but before I could even react to that, his hands pulled my body lower, causing me to slide down until I was halfway laying on the bed while my top half was still leaning over Cassian for support. Augustus then slammed into me all of a sudden and he swallowed my moans. He then pulled his face away to move to my neck, attacking it with light nibbles while he maintained a steady pace.

　　“Who would have thought the indifferent prince would be thrusting his hips that hard,” Isaiah commented.

　　“Truly a sight to behold,” Cassian chimed in.

　　After another instance of me losing my mind to pleasure, Augustus finished inside me as well. When he pulled out of me, I felt rather lonely without his length inside me nor his cool hands and lips around me.

　　“It would seem the scent is dying down.” Cassian remarked.

　　“We should clean up and allow the princess to rest.” Augustus said.

　　“Yeah,” Isaiah agreed.

　　“Wait.” I called out, causing them to turn to me. “Not yet… not enough.”

　　“W-What…you shouldn’t push yourself.” Cassian said.

　　“Please, I want more.” I nearly begged and after that, my memories were rather hazy. But my body remembers, every ounce of pleasure that filled my body, every love mark they left on my body, every caress and every kiss, yes, my body remembers it all and I hope that it will never fade away.

　　*

　　I let out a small sigh, feeling the nerves flutter in my stomach as I looked at the closed grand door in front of me. Time surely has passed quickly and before I knew it, it was the day of my coronation. The formal attire I wore was heavy and the cape itself was enough to make me struggle to keep my posture straight. Any moment now, the doors will open, and I will be walking down the grand hall to accept my throne and crown.

　　“You look like you are about to hurl.” A teasing voice commented. I glance over to the source, spotting Isaiah dressed incredibly handsome in his formal attire. Augustus and Cassian followed him closely, both looking equally exquisite.

　　There was always something about a man in uniform that made my heart skip a beat, or perhaps it was just their presence that affected me in such a way. The three bite marks on my body seemingly grew warmer, and this was something I had come to notice recently. Whenever one of them was close to me, it could feel the strange yet subtle heat, as though it was notifying me of their presence.

　　“I actually might,” I sighed.

　　Isaiah laughed as he approached me, fixing my string that attached the cape to my shoulders. “You’ll be fine! Stop worrying too much.” He said, patting me on the shoulders before pulling away.

　　“You saying that is only making things worse.” I muttered.

　　“Oi.”

　　“Now, now, Isaiah, stop bothering our lovely wife. She already has plenty of things to worry about, such as, what if she trips in front of all those people?” Cassian snickered. I glared at him. “I jest, my love. These ceremonies are just a formality, all they are going to do is put the crown on you, say a few words and you sit on the throne. And we’re done!”

　　“I cannot believe you just made such an important moment sound so—mediocre.” Augustus sighed.

　　“I’m trying to calm her down.” Cassian frowned. “I did a much better job than mister, ‘stop worrying too much’ over there.” He gestured to Isaiah.

　　“Huh? Are you looking to pick a fight?”

　　There they go again, I thought as they continued to bicker. It has been a few weeks since the marking and our first time sleeping together as the four of us. At first, I thought that everyone’s relationship had improved but I was completely wrong. They would bicker over the silliest things and oftentimes I would be stuck in the middle of their arguments. It truly felt as though I was dealing with children.

　　But listening to them bicker somehow was making me left anxious. My mind was not focusing on me potentially messing my coronation up as it was occupied with their silly antics. I then laughed, causing them to turn silent and look over at me.

　　“What’s so funny?” Isaiah huffed.

　　“The three of you truly act like children, haha, I wonder how hectic things will get when I start having our children…” I muttered to myself.

　　Cassian then took hold of my hand. “Let me help you with that, my love. I shall impregnant—”

　　Isaiah snatched my hand away from Cassian. “If anyone is making a baby with her first, it’ll be me.”

　　“Naturally the first baby should have brains before brawns.” Augustus commented.

　　I laughed louder at their reactions but immediately went serious when the door was slowly being pulled open. My three alphas moved away on cue. The people in the grand hall were those of royal blood from the different kingdoms as well as notable official figures. They all had their eyes on me, waiting for me to walk.

　　“Good luck, Empress Cordelia.” Isaiah said in a low voice.

　　“We’ll be right behind you, my empress.” Cassian cooed.

　　Augustus gave me a reassuring smile and I smiled back before stepping forward. I walked down the hall and up the stairs to where the throne was. Gideon stood there with the crown in his hands, smiling proudly at me as I turned to face the hall.

　　I could see all the familiar faces of people smiling back at me, of my mother and Aiden who looked overjoyed and of my husbands, my three alphas who have been through a lot with me. I was grateful that I had them by my side, knowing that I would have never reached this far if it weren’t for them.

　　“Announcing the future of our kingdom,” Gideon started as he approached me. I sat on the throne that used to belong to my father, heart heavy as I thought about him. I wondered silently if he could see this, could see that I have achieved his final wish. Gideon then placed the crown on my head. “Cordelia Rae Renaldi, Empress of the Southern Kingdom.”