Goddess's Yuri harem: Chosing the Empress is hard
Chapter 34: The Duchess’s Invitation - Part 2

Chapter 34: 34: The Duchess’s Invitation - Part 2

Auriel had been sitting on the edge of the grand bed, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she tried to push down the sense of unease that had crept into her since Carol left. The silence of the room, once soothing, now felt oppressive.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock at the door. The sound was sharp, precise, and oddly deliberate, making her body tense.

She stood, smoothing her robes and moving cautiously toward the door. Her hand hesitated on the handle for a moment before she opened it, just enough to peek through.

To her surprise, standing on the other side was none other than Duchess Amara.

"Duchess, is something the matter?"

Auriel said, her tone measured.

Amara didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she smiled—a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes—and without waiting for an invitation, she stepped forward, pushing the door open wider as she crossed the threshold.

"My dear Goddess, I felt lonely. May I come inside?"

Auriel instinctively stepped back, caught off guard by the Duchess’s sudden intrusion.

"Duchess Amara, I wasn’t expecting—"

"Oh, Goddess Auriel, I simply couldn’t resist. I wanted to ensure you’re comfortable in your room. After all, you’re my most precious guest."

Amara interrupted, her voice honeyed yet carrying a hint of steel.

She closed the door behind her with a soft click, sealing them in together.

Auriel’s unease grew as Amara stepped closer, her movements languid yet purposeful. The Duchess’s eyes roamed the room briefly before settling back on Auriel, a glint of something unreadable in their depths.

"This room, is beautiful, but it pales in comparison to your radiance, my Goddess."

Amara said, her voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. A hand travelled up her arm and tried to lean more toward Auriel’s chest when she stepped back.

Auriel stiffened. She wasn’t unfamiliar with praise—she’d received plenty of it in her time—but there was something about Amara’s words, the way they lingered on her, that felt different. Too personal.

"Thank you, Duchess. I appreciate your thoughtfulness. However, I was just about to rest. Perhaps we can speak later—"

Auriel said, keeping her voice polite but firm, but was cut off by the Duchess.

"Rest? Surely you’re not so tired already. You’ve only just arrived. Allow me to keep you company for a little while. It would be a privilege"

Amara interrupted, her lips curling into a playful smile.

Before Auriel could protest, Amara stepped even closer, breaching the small space Auriel had left between them. The Duchess reached out, her fingers brushing against Auriel’s arm once more.

Auriel’s breath hitched at the sudden contact. She said, stepping back instinctively.

"Duchess Amara, please,"

But Amara didn’t seem deterred.

"Oh, my Goddess. You seem so tense. Would you like me to give you a massage? My friends tell me that I have magical fingers."

She said softly, her tone almost teasing.

Auriel wanted to say yes, to tell her to leave, but the words caught in her throat. Amara’s presence was overwhelming, her gaze too intense, her touch too familiar.

"I—"

Auriel began, but Amara cut her off again.

"You don’t need to say anything. I’m simply here to serve you in whatever way you wish. Isn’t that what a devoted subject should do?"

Amara said, her voice dropping to a near whisper as she reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from Auriel’s face.

Auriel flinched slightly at the touch, her heart pounding in her chest. She forced herself to step back, putting more distance between them.

"Duchess Amara, I think it would be best if we continued this conversation another time."

Amara’s smile faltered for a brief moment before she recovered, her expression softening.

"Of course, my Goddes."

She said, her tone still syrupy but now tinged with something else—disappointment, perhaps.

She turned and moved toward the door, her steps slow and deliberate, as if she were reluctant to leave. When she reached the door, she paused and looked back over her shoulder.

"Please remember, Goddess Auriel. I am always here for you. Always."

she said, her voice carrying an undercurrent of something unspoken.

With that, she opened the door and slipped out, leaving Auriel alone once more.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Auriel let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her skin still tingled where Amara had touched her, and she rubbed at her arm as if to scrub away the sensation.

"This place is going to drive me insane."

Auriel murmured to herself, her voice shaky.

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Carol finally returned around dinner time and joined Auriel back in her chambers. But she did not get to tell Auriel anything before the other maids decided to make themselves known and ended up crowding the room.

Duchess Amara stood at the helm of these maids, her head held high as she looked at Auriel with a smile on her face.

"Goddess Auriel, it is my honor to accompany you to your first meal in our estate. Our dear maids have done their best to ensure that you find nothing lacking. But if there is anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to tell me."

The Duchess assured in a smiling voice. She also burrowed herself between Auriel and Carol, linking her arms with both and subtly tried to nudge them toward the dining room.

Auriel felt goosebumps on her arms as she tried to keep pace, and Carol tried to tug her arm out of the Duchess’s grasp. But they were both unable to pull away because Duchess Amara’s grip was too tight.

The dinner was pleasant, and Auriel had no idea what she put in her mouth. She just knew that it was beyond anything she had ever eaten before.

"Goddess Auriel, would you like to take a bath? We have acquired some special herbs that help you relax. While those things might not work on an esteemed goddess such as you, we would still like to offer you the best we can. Please, allow us a chance to serve you."

The Duchess begged, and she sounded so sincere that Auriel found herself nodding to her words before she realized it.

Carol tried to warn her, but Auriel had already given her word about it.

"Excellent. I will ask the servants to prepare the bath. Please, just wait a few minutes, and I promise you will have the best service of your life."

That was a tall order, and Auriel had no idea how much of what the Duchess spoke was the truth.

But she decided not to think much about it and instead flashed the Duchess a smile to show that she had heard her.

The maids got busy quickly, and the bath was ready for Auriel to head toward before she realized. All this while, the Duchess continued to smile at her with her flashy grin that sent shivers down Auriel’s spine.

’Let’s not pay attention to her and head toward the bathroom. I am sure it is nothing.’

Auriel tried to brace herself into thinking that nothing would happen as she stepped into the warm water.

Her sore muscles relaxed under the water pressure, and Auriel felt better. She melted until she could not feel anything but water around her. Not even the human hands rubbing her shoulders could distract her...

"Duchess Amara, what are you doing here?"

Auriel asked in a low voice as she forced herself not to look around. She had a feeling that she would see a lot more than she needed to if she were to do that.

"Oh my! What do you mean, my dear Goddess? I am here to serve you. I could not leave someone as precious as you to be treated by others. Please, relax and don’t think much about it."

Soft hands touched Auriel’s shoulders and massaged them. It made her groan in pleasure as the knots were kneaded out of her back.

But despite how good it felt, Auriel was not able to get rid of the feeling that she should not be doing this.

She should especially not tolerate the hand reaching toward her chest and also touching it...it was getting too close and sexual now.

"D-Duchess, you need to stop now. I will not tolerate this..."

Auriel complained, but her words were cut-off by a moan that escaped her mouth as the Duchess continued. Auriel felt like she had no control over her body and desires.

Shit! Why does this feel so good? I want to break away, but I feel like I cannot. What do I do now?

Heavy pants were escaping Auriel’s mouth now and she felt like she was about to lose herself to all this pleasure.

Just as her chest heaved heavily, Auriel felt the duchess become even bolder.

"Goddess Auriel, would you like me to do more? All you need to do is tell me and I will do anything you want me to. I will even commit a sin if it is for your sake."