CHAPTER 58: CHAPTER : 58 : THRISTLE THE HOBGOBLIN PRINCESS!

Lysandra cleared her throat, her arms crossed. "Everyone... this is Thristle. She is... well... the Hobgoblin Princess."

Thristle smirked, violet eyes gleaming with play. "Oh, Lyse, don’t say it like that. Makes me sound like a monster."

Lysandra gave a small sigh, cheeks faintly pink. "You’ll never stop calling me that, will you?"

"Not in a thousand years." Thristle grinned and flicked her hair back. "My Lyse."

Leona tugged Aiden’s sleeve from Ivy arms. "Daddy... Is she another Mummy?"

Thristle’s eyes softened instantly, her posture lowering as she leaned toward the little dragonkin. "So this is the famous Leona." Her voice was honey-sweet, unusually gentle compared to the teasing edge she’d been using. "The child my Lyse wrote about. You’re even cuter than she described."

Leona puffed her chest. "I’m strong too! Daddy says so!"

Thristle chuckled, tapping her nose. "I can tell, little flame. You’ve got your father’s spark."

Aiden arched a brow. "You know a lot more than you should."

Thristle’s lips curved. "Lyse’s letters were very... detailed."

Ivy piped up, hugging Leona. "S-so you’re her best friend? Then you’re nice, right? Even if you’re a hobgoblin?"

Thristle crouched so she was level with Ivy, her grin softening. "I’m the nicest friend Lyse has ever had. I’d never hurt you, little one."

"Mii~" Fluffynugget chirped, bouncing up beside her.

"Ohhh," Thristle cooed, scooping the little creature up into her arms without hesitation. "And you must be Fluffynugget. You’re even squishier than I imagined." She pressed her cheek against him playfully, and he squeaked again. "Mii~"

Lysandra pressed her palm to her face. "Honestly..."

Aiden smirked. "Doesn’t take long for her to charm everyone, does it?"

Thristle’s eyes flicked to him, sharp and playful. "Sir Aiden." She said it with a purr, letting the title linger. "You fight like a storm, steady but unstoppable. Even in that clash earlier... I could feel your strength under every block. Mm. My body still tingles from it."

Luna instantly shoved herself between them, hugging Aiden’s arm like she’d never let go. "Don’t talk about his body like that!"

Thristle tilted her head, ignoring her entirely. She circled Aiden again, slow, deliberate, predator-like. "So this is the man my Lyse gave her heart to... and her vow. Hm. No wonder."

Aiden raised an eyebrow, amused. "You’re bold."

"Oh, I’m more than bold." Thristle stepped in close, her fingertip tracing down his forearm. "You’ve got those eyes... calm, but dangerous. Hands built for war, yet gentle enough to carry a child." She leaned closer, voice dropping husky. "Strong enough to hold me down if I fought back."

Lysandra gasped. "Th-Thristle!!"

Luna bared her teeth, growling low. "He’s mine. Ours. Not yours."

Thristle smirked. "Is that so?" She tilted her head up, violet eyes locking on Aiden’s. "Then tell me, Sir Aiden. How does it feel to be bound by two women already... and now kissed by fate again?"

Aiden’s lips twitched. "...Complicated."

"Deliciously complicated," she corrected, pressing herself lightly against his chest. Her breath fanned over his lips. "My people said Hobgoblin men are strong... but you... gods, you are handsome too. No wonder even Lyse couldn’t resist."

"Back off!" Luna screeched, yanking his arm.

Thristle only leaned in closer, her lips brushing Aiden’s ear. "Perhaps I should steal him."

Then, before anyone could stop her, she claimed his mouth.

It wasn’t tentative. It wasn’t sweet. It was a storm breaking. Raw, primal. Her tongue pushed deep, meeting his in wet, hungry strokes. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, lips crushing against his as if she meant to devour him whole. Her fingers slid along his jaw, gripping him so he couldn’t pull away.

The sound of it — hot, sloppy, desperate — filled the stunned silence.

Aiden stiffened at first, eyes wide, then instinct made him press back, their tongues tangling, clashing.

Lysandra’s scream broke the spell. "T-Thristle!! What are you doing?!" Her face was scarlet, her fists trembling.

Luna’s jaw dropped, her claws extending, rage blazing in her eyes. "YOU—!!"

Thristle finally pulled back, a strand of spit glistening between their lips. Her smile was pure sin. "Mmm. Juicier than I imagined."

"You shameless harlot!" Lysandra shouted, stepping forward, her entire body shaking. "Do you even understand?! A kiss means marriage in our culture!"

Thristle turned, still clinging to Aiden’s arm, voice sing-song. "Then I suppose Sir Aiden is mine now too."

Luna’s growl rumbled like thunder. "You—you can’t just—!"

"Oh, but I can." Thristle pressed herself against Aiden again, licking her lower lip slowly, purposefully. "Husband... doesn’t that sound perfect?"

"GET OFF HIM!" Lysandra tried to yank her away, but Thristle only twisted and wrapped herself tighter around his arm, like ivy on a tree.

"Why not?" Thristle purred, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. "He didn’t push me away. In fact..." She nuzzled his neck, her lips grazing the skin. "...I think he enjoyed it."

Aiden exhaled slowly, caught between all three women. "...This is going to get ugly."

"Mii~" Fluffynugget chirped nervously.

Leona tugged at Lysandra’s dress, wide-eyed. "Mummy... does this mean I get another mummy?"

Lysandra nearly fainted. "N-no, sweetheart! Absolutely not!"

Thristle giggled wickedly, tightening her grip. "Ohhh, I wouldn’t mind. I’m very good with children." She leaned in, kissed Aiden’s cheek again, sloppy and loud just to spite them. "Mwah. My husband."

Both Luna and Lysandra screamed in unison, their voices shaking the plaza.

Aiden glanced at Leona, safe in Ivy’s arms, her little face glowing. He leaned down, his voice gentle yet firm.

"Kiddo, you already have two mummies... but do you want another mummy?"

Leona’s eyes lit up, sparkling like stars. "Y-yes!" she chirped, hugging Ivy’s neck tightly.

Aiden sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Then so be it..."

He pried Luna’s possessive arms from around his waist, ignoring her huff and jealous glare, then turned toward Thristle.

The hobgoblin princess froze. Her hand slipped from his arm as she instinctively stepped back, fear and shyness battling in her eyes.

"W-what are you doing?" she whispered, cheeks flushing red.

Aiden’s gaze darkened. He stalked toward her like a predator closing in on prey. Each step made her heart race, her back hitting the wall.

He stopped just in front of her, leaning down, his hand sliding boldly around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

"Hmm..." Aiden smirked, his voice a low growl. "You’re cute."

Thristle’s lips trembled. "T-thank..." she stammered, breathless, the heat of his body swallowing her.

"I like strong girls like you," he murmured, his hand tightening at her hip. "And Leona seems to like you as a mummy."

Thristle swallowed hard, her crimson eyes half-lidded as her voice wavered. "So...?" she breathed, almost seductively despite her trembling.

"So..." Aiden leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear, "I accept you as my wife... Red Princess."

Before she could reply, he crushed his mouth against hers in a raw, hungry kiss.

Thristle gasped into him, her eyes wide in shock. Luna’s jaw dropped, her face twisting with rage. Ivy giggled nervously, covering Leona’s eyes. Lysandra crossed her arms, cheeks burning.

The kiss deepened, wet and unrestrained, leaving Thristle breathless, her body trembling under his dominance.

When he finally pulled back, a string of saliva connected their lips.

Thristle’s eyes were hazy, her body weak. "...M-my King..." she whispered, her blush burning scarlet.

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END OF Chapter : 58 : THRISTLE THE HOBGOBLIN PRINCESS!

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A/N: Tax please. Also, premium Chapters starts from between Chapter 60-70.

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