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3.43% The Only Son Amongst The Daughters Of Eros / Chapter 6: Coming of Age

Chapter 6: Coming of Age

They walked further for a while, passing the other knights who stood at attention on the sides of the corridor. Then, they both arrived in front of the courtroom's large, baronial door.

The two knights standing by the door pushed it open together and a loud croaking sound echoed, causing a hush to fall over the courtroom.

Jontel, the royal courier, took several steps forward and with a booming voice, announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen of the royal court, I present to you, Son Aeric of Starlight, First Son of Eros!"

All eyes turned to the door and to Aeric as he strode into the courtroom.

It was a majestic place. There were tall marble columns stretching high above, supporting a floridly carved ceiling. Chandeliers were on this ceiling and they poured golden rays in the entire room.

A long, crimson carpet ran from the entrance doors straight to the royal thrones, where Mother Guinevere sat in her regal attire, with her two daughters Misty and Rosette seated at her sides.

Aeric walked calmly, almost sauntering. His tall, handsome figure drew gasps from the onlookers, particularly from the women and girls gathered in the hall.

His eyes met theirs on occasion, and their smiles widened, several blushed, all at the sight of him—this dark-haired prince, cloaked in royal black and gold.

Some of the girls whispered excitedly to one another as he walked past, a few looked at him with expressionless faces but colorful thoughts, others were hardened, some had hidden disdain.

Whispers and murmurs reigned.

As Aeric got closer to the throne, he noticed Misty and Rosette giving him the usual cold glances. Misty was usually subtle with hers, but Rosette never cared to hide her disdain. She rolled her eyes, tapping her fingers impatiently at the armrest of her chair as she waited for him to come sit so this can be over already.

Mother Guinevere however, had a smile on her face that was warm and inviting, and her eyes gleamed with pride.

When Aeric arrived, she embraced him warmly, and for a moment, he suddenly realized her soft and plushy her large breasts were. Aeric's eyes widened and he cleared his throat, trying to lessen the awkwardness.

"Come, my son," Mother Guinevere said with a gentle voice. "Take your place at my side."

She gestured to the throne to her right, currently occupied by Rosette. "Rosette, darling, shift to the other seat," she ordered.

"What?" Daughter Rosette shot her mother a sharp look. "But Mother, this is my—"

"Today is not about you, Rosette," Guinevere interrupted with a tone that brook no argument. "It's about your brother. So take the next seat, now."

Rosette glared at Aeric, who gave her an innocent smile that only annoyed her more. With a huff of annoyance, she rose from her seat and begrudgingly moved to the other throne.

Aeric nodded gratefully and sat on the empty chair. He had learned to navigate the delicate tensions with his sisters over the years, especially with Rosette. All he had to do was speak little and act as though their contempt for him barely affected him.

That seemed to only make them hate him more at times.

Mother Guinevere raised her hand, silencing the murmurs, then motioned to Jontel to proceed.

"As is tradition on the eighteenth birthday of a Child of Eros," the courier began, "a Coming of Age celebration of is held. Aeric of Starlight, Son of Eros, must choose now one of these beautiful ladies to bed this night, as a mark of your transition into adulthood."

Aeric's eyes widened. 'What?'

No sooner had Jontel finished proclaiming that than the main event began. In a moment that felt all to sudden for the prince, a procession of beautiful young women entered the courtroom.

They arranged themselves in a manner that made all of them accessible to his eyes, wearing gowns of deep purple, blue, and gold, that were tight fitted to their voluptuous body or merely even covered it.

Large bouncy breasts, slim waists, flat bellies, puffy bellies, wide hips, thin hips, thick thighs, plum asses, tall legs, short legs, smooth skin, more and more and more.

Their faces were glowing and sultry, like they were begging for him to chose them. Some had sparkling jewels in their hair, others delicate flowers, but they all seemed to be sure in their craft. They all promised the best sexual experience to the prince if he decided to choose them.

It was clear in their seductive, depraved eyes, gleaming with undeniable lust for their God's Son's cock as they looked toward him, casting flirtatious glances his way, with smiles as delicate as their beauty.

Aeric blinked in surprise. 'Uh... are they serious?'

His crimson eyes scanned the lineup of women before him, then looked at his mother. Guinevere smiled at him, "Go ahead, son. This is your choice to make."

'My choice?' Aeric frowned. 'This is... crazy. I get too choose any of these... women? So this is what the Coming of Age ritual is? It's just a celebration of me losing my virginity? This means that for the Daughters, they had to pick from a group of men. That's just... ew.'

He looked at the women once again. 'Gosh, they're all so... sexy.'

With their soft smiles and eager expressions, the women seemed to wait with bated breath for his decision. Aeric's heart raced, seemingly out of excitement, but also because he found it difficult to choose.

He was certain that any of these women here would give the best night of both of his lives, so he could just pick anyone and it would be significantly better than jacking off himself.

But his eyes caught the emerald-green eyes of one of the women. She seemed slightly older than the others, with long her that fell down her shoulders, and a tight fitted silver and green grown that squeezed the heavy breasts she had right out of the cleavage, barely even covering the nipple.

She smiled seductively at Aeric, slightly blowing him a kiss and the Son could feel his cock harden a bit.

'Yep. That's who I want.'

He was about to stretch forth his hand and point to her when a sudden murmur in the crowd interrupted him.

The court began to stir. Heads turned, whispers grew louder, and a tension that seemed to have showed up for nowhere filled the walls.

Mother Quinevere's face hardened. "What is this disturbance?" she demanded, cutting through the silence.

A knight hurried to her side, bowing low. "My queen, there is… a Messenger. Inside the castle."

"A Messenger?" Mother Guinevere's face turned pale, but she quickly regained herself and ordered the knights to take Son Aeric inside and guard him at all costs.

"There is no need for all of that, Mother Guinevere."

At the far end of the hall, the figure of a Messenger appeared, cloaked in shimmering robes that caught the golden lights in unnatural ways. "I'm not here for your son. I only bring a decree from Eros himself."

The crowd gasped, and Guinevere stood up instantly, stretching forth her hand as flames licked on the skin of her palm, she was ready to blast it if provoked. "A decree?"

The Messenger's eyes widened with caution. "Indeed. If you will just lay down your sword and tell your knights to do the same, I will go ahead."

Guinevere hesitated. But Aeric held her by the hand and she looked down at him. Once she met his face, her heart softened and he nodded at her assuringly. Guinevere took down her hand and gestured at her knights to do the same.

"You may go ahead," she said.

Satisfied, the Messenger unfurled a scroll that was glowing faintly with a magical energy, and he began to read:

"By the will of the God Eros, ruler of Erothyria and Father of all, it is hereby declared that in light of the birth of Aeric of Starlight, born of Mother Guinevere, the boy shall be recognized among the Children of Eros. Though his existence defies the natural order, Eros sees fit to make an exception to the rule, for in such deviations, balance may be found.

"Aeric of Starlight is to be treated with respect and dignity, as a true Son of Eros. He shall not be cast out, insulted, or disgraced, for he bears the bloodline of the divine. And in this, the barriers erected by Mother Guinevere must be lowered. Erothyria shall be united once more, free from the divisions of fear and protection."

Aeric's eyes narrowed with disbelief as murmurs spread in the courtroom. 'Wait. Does this mean that I've been accepted by Eros himself?!'


Chapter 7: Love Chamber

When the Messenger finished, the scroll vanished in a magical display of light. He bowed briefly to the royal family, "Mother Guinevere. My job here is done." Then he disappeared as swiftly as he had come, leaving the room in stunned silence.

First the silence stretched on for a little bit more, then someone yelled, "The Son has been anointed by the Father!"

"The Son has been anointed!"

"The Son has been anointed!" The crowd and some of the courtiers began to cheer, celebrating the divine decree. Others looked uncertain, and they cast their glances at the Mother Guinevere for guidance.

This decree meant so many things, finally the dangerous border that Guinevere structured will be removed, and access to the castle would be easier for the people.

But most importantly, it meant that Son Aeric was now allowed to walk freely amongst the people of Erothyria, and any harm done against him will be a spit in Eros's image and the culprit will be punished gravely.

Daughter Rosette and Daughter Misty exchanged a glance from their seats. No way that just happened, it was already annoying that their mother loved Aeric so preciously, but it their father joined in, they were going to lose their minds!

Being born as a Son amongst Daughters doesn't make you special, it only makes you weird!

Mother Guinevere had a smile that was faint but tense. Though her son had been legitimized, she still couldn't help but feel a fair bit uneasy, especially with Eros's impatience to have her border lowered.

She clasped her hands together tightly, visibly worried despite her outward composure.

Aeric looked at her and noticed how worried she was, then he leaned closer. "Mother, isn't this a good thing? Why do you look so worried?"

Mother Guinevere sighed softly. "It is, my special son. It is. But Eros is… gravely unpredictable. He may grant you this title today, but tomorrow… we cannot know what he truly desires. We must be cautious."

She saw Aeric's face darken a little and then she smiled. What was she doing? Today was her son's Coming of Age celebration, he shouldn't have to worry about things like this! Who knows? Perhaps this was Eros's gift to his Son on such a special day!

She placed her hand softly on his cheek. "But let's not worry about that now, okay? Today is your day as you have finally come of age. Go now and celebrate it."

Aeric smiled warmly at his mother and then turned back to the group of sexy women. He hadn't forgotten the one that caught his eye, and so he pointed at her, feeling his cock hardening once again at the thought of squeezing those breasts.

'Celebrate it by fucking,' he thought sarcastically.

Mother Guinevere smiled at her son's choice, seemingly impressed or flattered by his taste. "Nice choice, my son. Erimyra is one of the best lovers in the entire kingdom. She will satisfy you greatly. And if she doesn't..."

She straightened, her voice returning to its regal tone. "I'll have her killed."

Aeric's eyebrows raised. 'I can't tell if she's joking or not.'

"Guards! Escort the chosen woman to love chambers. The night of celebration shall continue."

A frown stretched beneath Aeric's nose. 'The love chamber?'

×××

The Love Chamber certainly earned its name. It was a room of extravagant elegance, reserved for exquisite love making rituals, more especially, the Coming of Age ritual.

"Can I take off your robe?" Erimyra whispered into his ear from behind.

Aeric gulped nervously. "Yes you can."

He was standing in front of the Chamber's entrance, wearing nothing but a red and golden robe and plain shorts. Behind him, Erimyra, the lover he had chosen softly massaged his shoulder.

She had refused to let him see what she was wearing... not yet, at least. But just standing there, Aeric could feel the soft plushiness of those large breasts, pillowing his back.

Erimyra took off his robe and the clothing fell to the carpeted floor in a silent plop. She then rubbed her palm through his back, then his shoulders, then his chest... then his abs.

"Uhhhh..." she moaned into his ear. Her voice was delicate, almost motherly but so, so sexy. Aeric closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of her touch against his skin.

"Your body is so... sculpted," Erimyra whispered. "You have truly honored me, my prince. Letting me be the first to taste you," she kissed him on the neck, "to take your glorious virginity," she licked his face and drew her hands closer to his cock, "to have your royal cock."

She grabbed the bulge, surprising Aeric. Then, she began to stroke it slowly, through the fabric of his plain shorts, gently rubbing, rubbing it, again and again as she kissed his neck.

"You are my prince," she whispered. "And I am your lover."

She stroked it more and more, feeling it harden and lengthen under her touch.

"I will serve you in bed today, I will give you my body, I will make sure you never forget this night." Then she bit his ear gently and smirked. "Did I already say that I will give you my body?"

Aeric felt his pulse quickened, and his heart began to beat heavily. 'She's good. Damn, she's really good.'

"Walk to the bed, my prince," she softly instructed him.

Aeric obeyed, carefully walking towards the center of the room where the grand bed was, draped with luxurious red sheets. The bedposts were made of dark mahogany, with carvings of serpents, and angels. Pillows of deep scarlet and gold were piled upon the bed, and a large canopy of gauzy red fabric hung above.

Surrounding the bed were candles arranged in tall, golden candelabras, filling the room with the scent of jasmine and myrrh, including the faintest wisps of incense.

This felt like a sex dream.

Aeric sat on top of the bed, and now he was able to see Erimyra in her sultry glory.

She was wearing mere strings as underwear, they seemed to be a fantastical rendition of lingerie women used to wear in all those pornhub videos.

However, the one all her extremely perverted body were way to thin, with pearls placed on some parts, especially on the nipples and her clean shaved fat pussy.

But first, those titties!

How large they looked now without that tight dress holding them back. They curved out of her chest and swelled to the sides, covering most part of her slim arms. The strings squeezed tight on their soft skin, and Aeric could tell that the pearl that covered her nipples must be teasing them with a cold sensation.

Her stomach was flat, but there were flanks below it, those soft plushy love handles above her wide hips and thick thighs.

Gosh, what a well built slut!

Aeric found himself regaining the horniness of his past self! All he wanted in that moment, was to grab this hentai-milf-brought-to-life and subject her to a brutal, hardcore fuck!

And Erimyra could see with her green, naughty eyes that he was having colorful thoughts of her. She smiled like the seductive whore she was and lifted up her two heavy breasts, then she said, almost in a whisper;

"What part of my body would you like to use first, my prince?"


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