The sky above their residence shimmered with soft lavender hues as dusk wrapped the world in a gentle hush. After the long journey from Light Island and the emotional weight of their latest battle, the return to familiar ground felt like the deep exhale of a breath held too long.
Their grand stone-and-crystal residence—carved gently into the hillside with winding paths and glowing trees—welcomed them home with quiet comfort. Fireflies blinked in rhythmic patterns across the fields while the soft gurgling of nearby springs filled the air.
Inside the main hall, soft lights danced across walls shaped like blossoming wings. A long, oval table was set beneath a floating cluster of glowing orbs, flickering like golden stars. Evon stood at one end, watching as each of his companions took their place. Tonight, the world could wait.
Yena sat carefully near the center, her long golden hair gleaming faintly under the lights. Her green eyes wandered across the space, curiosity and quiet reverence in every glance. She hadn't seen beauty like this in centuries—if ever.
Lyria leaned back in her seat, running a finger along the curve of her goblet. Her eyes sparkled with teasing fire as she glanced toward Yena. "So, our golden lady of light… how does it feel to finally breathe again?"
Naia chuckled softly, her silver-blue hair pooling around her shoulders. "And to join a group like us... that's no small leap."
Yena smiled warmly, folding her hands in her lap. "It feels… like something long forgotten, yet deeply familiar. You've given me warmth. I've only just begun to feel alive again."
Sythara grinned from the far end, her silver scales catching the low light. "Well, tonight's just beginning. And I think you'll find we have many ways to make someone feel alive."
The mood around the table shifted with her words—playful, magnetic, charged.
Veyra leaned forward, brushing a strand of silver-blonde hair behind her ear. "So, Evon… how exactly do you plan to celebrate? Because after the last few days, I could use something more... personal."
Evon met her gaze with a quiet smile. "Something warm. Something slow. For all of us."
Yena looked between them, slowly catching the tone of the group. Her cheeks flushed just faintly. "Are all your nights like this?" she asked softly.
Lyria reached over and gently touched Yena's hand. "Only the special ones."
Naia raised her glass. "To new bonds… and to discovering how deep they can go."
They all clinked their glasses, the sound ringing like a soft bell. The air seemed warmer now. Closer.
As the meal continued, small touches became more frequent. Fingers brushed. Shoulders leaned into one another. Whispered comments stirred gentle laughter and lingering glances.
When the plates were cleared, and soft fruit wine filled the room with its intoxicating scent, Evon stood and extended a hand toward Yena. "Come," he said gently. "There's something I want to show you."
She took his hand without hesitation, her heart fluttering as the others followed.
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The inner garden was bathed in silver moonlight, its stone paths still warm from the day's sun. At its heart stood a tranquil pool, its waters catching the stars above, gently rippling from the light breeze that whispered between flowering trees. Pale glowing blossoms opened as they stepped into the space, casting soft glimmers onto each of their faces.
Evon led Yena first, his hand gently clasping hers as she looked up at the moon, lips parting in awe. "This place…" she breathed. "It feels like it remembers joy."
"We made memories here," Naia said softly from behind, her bare feet brushing over the grass. "Laughter, promises… and more."
Sythara chuckled, crossing her arms beneath her chest. "And just enough chaos to make it fun."
Lyria moved beside Yena and ran a hand through her golden hair with a mischievous grin. "You'll fit right in. That glow of yours might be the final piece."
Yena met her eyes and smiled faintly, the earlier shyness giving way to something warmer. "I hope I do."
The group sat in a loose circle around the pool. Evon settled in the center, and one by one, his companions joined him—Naia at his right shoulder, Veyra reclining beside him with quiet intensity in her gaze, Sythara's tail lazily curling through the grass, Lyria half-stretched beside Yena, who sat still and thoughtful.
"Do you ever think," Yena asked quietly, "that this was all meant to happen?"
Evon glanced at her, his tone soft. "I've seen a thousand possible futures, Yena. But only one where all of you were by my side."
She swallowed. "That's a lot of pressure."
"No," Lyria whispered, leaning close enough for their shoulders to touch, "It's a blessing. You're not alone anymore."
Naia let her fingers trail along the surface of the pool, her voice soft. "We're tied together. Not just by fate. By choice."
Veyra's eyes reflected the light like glass and circuitry combined. "And tonight," she said, her voice low and velvety, "is for remembering why we choose each other."
Yena's breath caught in her throat as she looked at each of them. Slowly, deliberately, she loosened the golden threads of her robe, letting it slip off her shoulders. Moonlight spilled across her skin like silk.
Evon reached out, brushing his fingers gently against her cheek. "Are you ready?" he asked.
Yena nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes. I want to feel what you've all felt. I want to become one of you."
Naia leaned in first, her lips brushing Yena's shoulder with a soft kiss. "Then let us show you."
Lyria moved behind her, unfastening the rest of her robe, murmuring praises as she kissed the back of Yena's neck. "You're already beautiful, but you're going to shine even brighter."
Sythara's wings folded close as she approached from the other side, her tone deep and reverent. "Welcome home, Yena. Let us baptize you… not in battle, but in love."
Evon stood, hands reaching for each of them. The moment slowed—breaths deepened, eyes met and lingered.
One by one, the clothes slipped away. Not with urgency, but with reverence. Naia's azure glow mixed with Yena's golden one. Lyria's warm firelight shimmered across Evon's bare skin. Veyra's cybernetic pulses created a heartbeat of light in the dark.
They laid upon soft blankets and warm earth, a circle of limbs, laughter, and light. Fingers intertwined. Lips brushed against skin. Gasps and sighs filled the garden, not of lust alone—but of reunion, rebirth, and release.
Yena's voice rose like a prayer, soft and awed. "So this is what it feels like…"
Evon whispered back, pressing his forehead to hers, "This is what destiny feels like when it's chosen."
The garden seemed to hold its breath, the stars spinning lazily above them like slow-burning candles.
Yena trembled slightly under Evon's touch, overwhelmed not by fear, but by the vastness of the emotions unfolding within her. Naia gently wrapped her arms around Yena from behind, her azure hair pooling across Yena's golden back like a silken river. "You don't have to rush," Naia whispered, pressing a tender kiss to Yena's shoulder. "We'll move at your pace."
"I want to… feel you all," Yena murmured, her voice soft but certain, her green eyes luminous with trust.
Evon smiled, brushing golden strands from her cheek. "Then let's take it slow. Let's make tonight unforgettable."
Around them, the circle of warmth and bodies grew tighter.
Sythara was the next to move, her powerful form folding close to Evon's side. Her tail curled possessively around his waist, and she pressed a slow, burning kiss against his collarbone, murmuring, "My mate… my fated one." Her voice thrummed with restrained longing.
Veyra, ever sharp yet surprisingly tender tonight, knelt by Yena's side, her fingers tracing delicate, glowing lines across her arms—small filaments of cybernetic light dancing over skin like caresses. "You're a part of us now," she said, voice thick with emotion. "Nothing will separate you from us. Not fate, not time."
Lyria leaned in, fiery and teasing, trailing lazy, featherlight kisses along Evon's jaw. "And you," she whispered into his ear, voice low and sultry, "are the only man worthy of bearing all of us."
Their touches were slow, reverent. Every kiss was a vow, every sigh a surrender. No urgency—only an aching desire to savor every heartbeat.
Yena turned her face slightly, capturing Evon's lips with hers for the first time. It was innocent at first—a soft brushing of lips—until she sighed against him and deepened the kiss, letting her walls fall away.
The group moved like a tide around them, pulling close. Hands tangled in hair, fingers brushed over warm skin, and the air grew thick with the mingled scents of flowers, sweat, and something sweeter—something sacred.
Evon kissed Yena again, slower this time, his hands cradling her as if she were the most precious thing in existence. Around them, Naia's hands slid warmly down his chest; Lyria's fiery kisses pressed to his neck; Veyra's cool fingertips skimmed his thighs; Sythara's strong arms wrapped around his back, pulling him into their center.
Yena gasped softly into Evon's mouth as she felt the heat, the undeniable bond forming—raw, pure, and unbreakable.
"You're ours now," Naia whispered in her ear, a slow, mischievous grin tugging her lips. "And we're yours."
"I feel it…" Yena breathed, tears sparkling in her lashes. "I feel everything."
The garden was alive with the sounds of whispered names, the rustle of limbs and clothing, soft gasps of pleasure, the gentle clink of golden bangles slipping from wrists. Moonlight kissed the curve of hips, the arch of spines, the joining of hands and mouths.
They worshipped one another—not as gods, not as warriors, but as souls who had found each other against all odds.
Evon leaned back for a moment, drinking them in: Naia's damp blue hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, Lyria's wild red locks spread like a flame across the ground, Sythara's luminous draconic eyes burning with a fierce devotion, Veyra's cybernetic veins pulsing with new, beautiful power, and Yena's golden light blooming brighter with each heartbeat.
They were all around him, and he was utterly, hopelessly theirs.
He moved between them slowly, kissing, caressing, whispering promises he would never break. Every touch was met with soft moans, gasps, whispered words of love. When he traced the gentle slope of Yena's neck with his lips, she clutched at him with trembling hands, her heart pounding wildly.
"I never knew this kind of belonging existed," Yena whispered, her voice shaking. "I never knew… I needed this."
Evon smiled against her skin. "We all needed it. We just didn't know… until we found each other."
They made love to each other in slow, aching waves beneath the stars. There were no lines drawn between them, no division of affection. They touched, kissed, explored, whispered names into the night, building each other higher and higher until the world itself seemed to fade into a haze of golden light and gasping breaths.
When finally they collapsed into each other's arms, hearts hammering, bodies trembling with shared release, the moon dipped low and the stars burned all the brighter for it.
Yena curled against Evon's chest, her hand resting lightly over his heart, feeling its steady beat.
Naia lay draped across his other side, humming contentedly.
Veyra, Lyria, and Sythara formed a protective ring around them, breathing slow and deep, as if guarding this fragile, perfect moment with their very souls.
Evon kissed the top of Yena's head and murmured, "Welcome to your fated family."
And in the quiet of the night, surrounded by the women he loved and who loved him in return, Evon finally closed his eyes, knowing—for once—that he was exactly where destiny intended him to be.
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A/N: Sorry for the lack of one chapter in the previous week. I apologize for the delay. There will be 7 chapters this week to fill the gap.
Thank you and keep enjoying the warm welcome celebration of Evon and his fated ladies.