Max panted heavily, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk while his cock still pulsed deep inside Agnia’s clenching pussy, as if she was trying to milk the very last drop from his balls.

She held his neck with possessive strength, her sweaty skin rubbing hot and slick against his as her ragged breaths brushed his ear. But her eyes drifted toward the tent entrance, a victorious smirk spreading across her face. She had felt Rosalia’s aura a while ago. She knew the ice bitch was watching them right now, and she loved every single second of it.

The tears in Rosalia’s eyes, the obvious pain she was going through, in Agnia’s eyes she looked like a wounded dog, unable to accept that her husband was the kind of man who would one day rule far more than just a kingdom, and that every true king had more than one woman warming his bed.

Max pulled his cock out with a loud, wet pop, sealing their new bond.

"Did you have fun?"

A cold shiver ran down Max’s spine as he heard the voice from behind. He recognized it immediately as Rosalia’s. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, pushing himself off Agnia and leaving her panting on the ground, still in heat like a bitch that could never get enough.

She found the situation amusing, waiting to see how it would play out and whether she could take Rosalia’s place as the official wife if the ice dragon decided to walk away. It was too good. Her plan was working like a hot knife slicing through butter.

"Yeah, I did," Max replied coldly, still angry at Rosalia from before. He pulled his pants up and parted the folds of the tent, revealing her tear-soaked face. It made his chest tighten. He wanted to comfort her, to apologize, but he refused to look like a loser in this situation. He had already cheated.

He had already bred another woman and claimed yet another bloodline. Soon, in fourteen days, he would know if Agnia would become pregnant, making her his in every way. "Not like you were attending to your wife’s duty," he spat out, the words making her heart flutter painfully.

"Is that so?" Her voice came out barely above a whisper. "Am I just a wife to you then?" She had started to genuinely have feelings for him, and those words hurt like a knife stabbing straight into her chest. Even if their marriage had begun as political, the days she had spent with him had made her realize that the two years they had shared were slowly building a real bridge, one he had just dared to crack.

"Think what you want," Max shot back in an emotionless tone.

"I see," Rosalia said nothing else. She simply rose to her feet and walked away with heavy, devastated stomps, her heart split in two as she desperately needed time to think.

Max, on the other hand, felt this was for the best. One way or another he would have cracked some woman and impregnated her for the sake of the bloodline powers. The earlier the better, he told himself, shaking his head at how ridiculous the whole situation had become.

"She’s such a crying bitch, isn’t she? Can’t even handle a man like you having some fun," Agnia laughed, but the sound died in her throat the moment a pair of cold eyes fell on her. Even her draconic transformation vanished, as if too afraid to face Max’s stare.

He held pure hatred in that gaze, the kind that shook her soul. Agnia touched her throat instinctively, as if checking whether some invisible hand was choking her, her breaths turning short and desperate.

"Know your place, slut," Max roared, his voice carrying through the entire camp. It made Agnia curl into the corner like a dog that had done something wrong. "She is still my main wife, and you are nothing else but some bitch in heat I fucked for my own benefits. If you can’t respect her, you will never be my consort. Fuck, even that would be too high for you. Maybe a concubine would suffice for a bitch like yourself."

He moved closer, grabbing her chin hard and pulling her forcefully toward him.

"My... My king, I—"

"Save your excuses," he pressed her chin harder, making her whimper. "Just because I fucked you doesn’t mean it changes anything. If you thought you could manipulate me with your sweet words, you are so delusional. After you give birth to my child, I don’t mind getting rid of you. Unless you learn how to be a good girl. Are we clear?"

Agnia’s pussy clenched hard as yet another orgasm followed from the way he treated her.

Max threw her away with disgust clear on his face. "Piss off," he barked.

Agnia scrambled to dress herself in desperation, barely able to move through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Even she didn’t fully understand why she loved being treated this way, but his roughness had brought out something deep inside her she had never known existed. She loved it secretly, already hoping the next time he would be even rougher in bed.

"Yes, my king!" she rushed out, her gown barely covering her curves, his cum still dripping from her pussy and leaving a trail behind as she hurried back to her own tent where she would masturbate for the rest of the night.

Rosalia’s steps halted the moment she heard Max’s roar, calling her his wife and putting Agnia firmly in her place. She felt conflicted, unsure whether she should go back to him and demand a proper explanation or wait for him to reach for her. But deep inside, a small part of her felt strangely happy and relieved.

"So you do love me after all..." she muttered, a soft, broken smile rising on her lips as she continued walking toward the small tent she had made for herself.

Max could feel his temples ache. He wondered how the emperors and kings of old could handle having more than one woman in their lives, but even if it was difficult, he wasn’t going to give up on his task in this world just because someone didn’t like him sleeping around.

He opened the system screen, checking the days left before Rosalia’s pregnancy success or failure would be revealed...