Steal The Heroes’ Harems

“Lady Aida, the Count’s back.” A maid said. Aida immediately stood and walked to the door. It was when she finally arrived at the Count’s Mansion Doors that she wondered what she was doing. Why did she run over and greet him, as if he is her... 

“Ah, Aida. Glad to see you again.” Edmund smiled, and Aida felt her heart skip a beat. She didn’t know why she felt like that. “Has the mage delivered your new item?”

“...not yet.”

“I see.” Edmund walked in, a maid came and helped with his things. “I’m a little exhausted from the trip, so I’ll go get some rest. Perhaps... let’s have dinner tonight?”

Aida bowed. She mustered herself and replied. “Certainly.”

Edmund gave a little nod and walked back to his room. He really was tired from riding a carriage so far, and preferred to be sleeping. But before he left he notified a maid to prepare dinner for two.

Aida wondered why she behaved like that, but a maid was quick. “Milady, you should start to get dressed for your dinner.”

“Already?” Aida wondered. It didn’t look that dark, yet. 

“First we must have you showered, and get your hair done. That will take a while.” The maid smiled. 

Indeed. It was a long, long process. Even with magical equipment, the entire grooming process took her the entire afternoon. And the dress! The dress took forever to get herself into it.

“Must I wear this?” Aida asked one of the chambermaids. 

“The Count had specifically requested for them to be made for you, Lady Aida. The least you could do is wear it for an evening.” The old chambermaid smiled. It was a large peach colored gothic-victorian ball gown with laces and frills, and a very revealing bust area. She felt embarrassed wearing it, but at the same time, she felt really, really attractive. 

“Am I not inviting the Count to attack me with this?” Aida asked the maid sheepishly. She touched her chest and breasts, the gown was cutting it really close. 

“Is that not what you want?” The maid smiled. 

Aida blushed. Her head felt dizzy. “Ah...” 

“Sit, we’ll need to set your hair.” The maids helped her hair, and had to help her walk to a quiet, cozy room on one end of the Count’s large mansion. Apparently he started construction of an additional building next door, too. 

The sky was turning purple, and would soon be dark blue outside. There was a round table, and some appetizers were already prepared. The maid helped her sit down on the plush round chair. “The Count should be coming in a while.”

Aida nodded. There was a magical orange light above the table, and she admired the silverware. It was... different. The dress was a little tight, and she probably should go do some exercises. 

“Ah. You look as beautiful as I imagined.” Edmund entered the room. He was in his regular shirt and pants.

Aida stood, and gave a polite curtsy, but the sudden movement made her feel a little dizzy. Edmund gently caught her two hands and made her sit back down. “It’s alright. Come, let’s eat.” 

She nodded, and the servants brought in two plates of fried fish, adorned with some spices and vegetables. He was happy to take the first bite. 

“Don’t be shy, just eat. There’s no one other than us, and the maids.” Edmund smiled. 

“Ah... yes. It’s just a little..”

“Awkward?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I recall we’ve had breakfast and lunch together a few times already. Am I still so intimidating?” Edmund laughed, and Aida somehow laughed too. 

“It’s the setting, really. This feels... so... I’ve never had this kind of life.”

“Well, as a commoner, that’s true. But for now you are an esteemed guest, and I treat my guests like they are nobles, whatever their original station in life was.” Edmund smiled. “And I consider it a real treat for me, to have a beautiful young woman as my dinner companion.”

Those words made Aida’s heart beat so quickly, and she felt her entire face flush. Her dress felt exceptionally tight suddenly. 

“Oh yes, have you had wine before?” 

“Ah... erm... only regular ales.” Aida said. Back in their small village, wine and alcohol were extremely rare, something shared during little festivities. 

Edmund spoke to a maid and the maid brought a beautiful glass bottle of Natarian Whiskey. “The Province of Natar’s new popular luxury, the Natarian Whiskey. The distillery opened just a few months ago.” 

Edmund poured the whiskey into two small glass shotglasses, and gave one to Aida.

“It’s a little strong, but come, try it.” 

Aida took a sip and choked. She coughed for a good minute. It was way too strong, and she felt like her entire body burned from it. 

“Ah... I forgot that what’s a little strong to me is overwhelming.” Edmund frowned. 

But that little sip was enough to make Aida a little light-headed and tipsy. 

“Perhaps something else.” A maid brought out a glass and a bottle of rose wine. “This should be a lot lighter.” 

Aida liked the 2nd glass. It was smooth and gentle on her tongue. “I like this.” 

Edmund smiled. “Great.” 

Somehow, the alcohol made Aida open up a little more. Her body was heating up, and she felt confident. Sexy. She didn’t realise it when her hand just touched his. Oooh, what warm, tough skin. 

Edmund’s eyes stared into hers, and he gently touched her chin. “You look great.”

Her already flushed face turned even reader, but the alcohol made her confident. “Thank you, Edmund.”

He nodded, and ate a slice of fish. “Have you been exercising the past week?”

“Yes... but it feels different without you.”

“Then we can continue tomorrow.”

“I’d like that. Where did you go?” 

“The Province of Kenarias. I had to just set up some business deals.” Edmund smiled, and he noticed Aida’s body was red. She really liked the wine, and she already finished a glass. He quickly refilled it for her. 

“I’ve never been there.” 

“I’ll take you there when things get better.” He finished his fish, but Aida didn't. So, he decided to tease her a bit more. He leaned over and cut her fish for her. Then poked a slice with his fork, lifted it to her mouth. “You should eat.” 

Aida blushed, and took a bite. “You should feed me.”

Edmund smiled, adjusted his chair a little closer. He cut another slice of fish and fed her. “You’re a naughty one.”

She was already glowing like a red apple, a little high from the alcohol. Yet she kept drinking it. It was so tasty. He gave her another mouth, and another. 

“When you were young, were you this cheeky?” Edmund smiled. By now they were sitting right next to each other. 

“Ah... I don’t remember.” She was really tipsy. “Maybe, but we’re poor, so we don’t have much.”

“It is a good thing that the temple doesn't forbid drinking.” Edmund nodded, he touched her cheeks. She was getting a little sloppy, and little bits of sauces dripped onto her chest. The alcohol was making her dizzy, and they chatted. 

Aida revealed alot about her past. Somehow, she talked about running away from temples, or her feelings when the village she stayed in ostracised her. Her frustrations and all. 

They finished dinner, and still, they were drinking. Aida was almost done with her bottle of rose wine. It wasn’t a large bottle. 

“You’ve been drinking too much.” He smiled and held her. 

“My dress is really tight.” Aida suddenly blabbed out. “I can’t walk...” She almost tripped, and Edmund grabbed her by her waist. 

She turned, and their eyes looked at each other.

“I feel...” The word was horny. Her mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts. Lewd thoughts. The past few days when Edmund was away, she didn’t know why she kept thinking about him. Was she so deprived of a father figure in life? “Naughty.” She wanted to say horny, and yet her red face couldn’t get any redder. 

Edmund just nodded, and easily, he carried her like a princess. He was a demon lord, lifting a small 19-year old girl up. She leaned her head on his chest, and at that time, she felt a sense of belonging she didn’t know she wanted. It was warm, and as his strong arms supported her back and her legs, she just felt like she really wanted everyday to be like this, and more. 

He carried her to her room easily, her dress was far too tight. It was late already, her room was cozy, and there was a nice plush bed. He placed her there, and she looked at him. “My... dress. It’s too tight.” It really was tight. 

He smiled, and his hands were quick. In an instant, the strings that pulled the body-hugging gown gave way, and her gown almost dropped to the floor. But he held it up for her. “Good night, Aida.” 

He leaned in, and gave her a kiss on the cheeks. She blushed, and she held his hand. “You’re... going to leave?” 

Edmund smiled, and his fingers stroked her cheeks, then went down to her neck and stopped right at the edges of her breasts. “Do you want me to stay?” 

Aida’s still intoxicated, so she said. “Yes.”

Edmund smiled again, and leaned a bit closer. He kissed her on the cheek once more, and then a little peck at her side of her neck. She didn’t resist. “I would want to, but I’d prefer I have you when you’re not drunk.” 

Aida blushed, and she sat back down on her bed. Her gown feel a little, revealing her bra. “...oh”

Edmund then sat next to her. “You’re beautiful, my dear. And I really enjoyed the night.” He touched her cheek. He didn’t want to take advantage of her. Not yet. She might somehow get an epiphany that what he did was wrong, and might then switch to the hero. Aida was unlike Beatrica, Aida was a side character that can be used, so Edmund had to be a lot more careful. 

If he wanted to win her to his camp, he needed her to switch wholeheartedly. 

His hand wrapped around her and he gave her a side hug. “Get changed, rest, drink a lot of water, and sleep. If you really want it, I will receive you as one of my mistresses.”

Aida blushed, but she nodded. 

“Think about it when you’re not so drunk, alright?” He kissed her, and left Aida on her bed, her lust and desire swirling, stewing. It would soon possess her. He wanted that lust and desire to explode, and he had to time it correctly. 

Edmund stepped out the door, and he took a deep breath. That took almost all his willpower. Now where’s Beatrica? He could really use her services right now.