Dimencreas (One-Shots)

(18+) 4 Shades - Futa! Ronova, Naberius, Rhinedottir, & Istaroth

[Y/n's PoV]

Looking at myself sitting on my throne, one could see my expression— one of boredom. My legs were crossed, my chin rested in my right palm as I simply leaned against the armrest.

Despite the many arms, that were wrapped around me in an attempt to offer affection from my lovers, I simply sat motionless.

“....”

One of the figures wrapped their arms around me from behind, while a few others leaned their heads on my shoulders. However, I remained still by the physical closeness.

“Darling, may we ask what's bothering you for a while?”

Hearing the question from my wives, I responded with a simple sigh. They're always so worried and attentive to any change in my mood.

“It's nothing important. Don't bother yourselves.”

However, my wives could easily tell that I was lying since they all frowned and shared a quick glance between each other.

“Y/n, your mood has been off hundreds of years by now. Please do let us know what's on your mind, darling.”

I let out another weary sigh as a response. It's always the same when I'm troubled; my wives become extremely caring and attentive to get the issue out of me.

No matter how many times I assure them that it's nothing important, they always worry anyway.

“How can I not be worried over the past hundred years when one of my wives is missing?”

In my response, all of my wives seemed to frown even more, and one of them, Istaroth tightened her embrace from behind.

“Y/n...”

Naberius, who was merged with Rhinedottir was sitting on my right side, placed their hand on my cheek gently and pulled my head closer to them.

“You're thinking about Asmoday again... Aren't you?”

“....”

Hearing Naberius say it out loud made me remain silent and unable to deny the truth. I couldn't help but sigh and close my eyes as I leaned closer into their touch.

“Of course I am. It has been a hundred years after all...”

My response and my tired expression, my wives shared a look between them, before Ronova let out an exasperated sigh and placed her hand on my arm.

“Darling, you know it won't do you any good if you keep thinking about her all the time. It's been a hundred years, yet you still look so troubled. We aren't sure if she betrayed us to serve her new mas–”

She immediately stopped herself when she noticed the drop of atmosphere inside the room for my eyes snapped open at the mention of Asmoday serving another.

“Stop. Don't finish that sentence.”

Seeing the tense atmosphere between all of us, Naberius cleared their throat before speaking up.

“It's alright, it was merely a slip of a tongue. There's no reason for us to assume something like that... Besides, do you really think Asmoday would turn on us?”

Closing my eyes again, I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself.

“No, she wouldn't. I know she wouldn't... It's just...”

I looked down and gripped my hand tightly when memories flooded in my mind of the woman who still held my attention, but then... the realization came in.