[A/N: Skip the ending portion if you're not interested in R-18 scenes.]
It was late at night when they left the restaurant, the four suns long dipped below the horizon, leaving only the bruised sky and the four pale moons to light their path.
They landed on the residential island, a floating slab of obsidian and crimson jade suspended by chains thick as mountains. Ash expected an inn or rented rooms; instead, they stood before an entire manor... two stories of black marble veined with living blood, windows glowing soft scarlet from within, gardens of night-blooming roses that dripped actual blood-dew onto the grass.
"Uh, is this normal?" Ash asked looked at the place.
"What do you mean?" Raven asked in confusion.
Ash shook his head and walked into the house. When they stepped through the towering doors of blood-iron and dragon-bone, the entire ground floor was one vast, like an echoing hall… and only two bedchambers waited upstairs... one on each floor.
"So… it's only two rooms with all this extra space?" Ash blurted, staring at crystal chandeliers dripping frozen rubies and carpets thick enough to sleep on.
Seth chuckled from the staircase. "Don't worry, us three guys can share one—"
"Absolutely not!" Raven, Summer, and Katherine exclaimed in perfect, murderous unison.
Seth and Connor froze mid-step, eyes wide.
Raven narrowed her bloody gaze at the two women who suddenly found the ceiling very interesting.
Seeing this caused Seth and Connor both to look in disbelief.
"Tsk. Ash will be staying with us."
She pointed a claw-like nail at the men.
"You two will share. Now bye!"
Before protest could form, she seized Ash's wrist and dragged him upstairs, Summer and Katherine hurrying behind like eager shadows.
Seth and Connor stood in the hall, dumbfounded.
"What just happened?" Connor muttered.
"Brother… you tell me," Seth sighed.
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Inside the chosen bedchamber, the air smelled of warm velvet. A single bed dominated the space as it was easily wide enough for six, draped in layers of black silk and crimson satin that looked liquid in the low light. Rose-gold lanterns floated near the ceiling, casting soft halos across walls painted with murals of eclipsed moons and bleeding stars.
A massive arched window showed the four moons hanging low, bathing everything in silver-red light.
Katherine stretched lazily. "We're going to bathe for a few hours before bed."
Without a shred of shyness, the three women began to undress as silk slid from shoulders and lace whispered to the floor. By the time they reached the adjoining bathing chamber they were gloriously bare, moonlight and lantern-glow licking across pale skin, full breasts, and curving hips.
Ash's gaze followed the sway of three perfect backsides until the door closed with a soft click.
He exhaled slowly, feeling his lust rising like a tide.
'Are they trying to seduce me?' He laughed under his breath. Imagine trying to seduce desire itself.
"Well, they better not play with fire… lest they want to get burned."
He sat on the edge of the massive bed and opened his status.
[Bonds - Nia Solace 100% (Peak SSS Rank (EL 1M )), Vaeloria Lunareth 100% (Peak SSS Rank (EL 1.1M)) Sonna Voss 100% (Peak SS Rank (EL 41,000))
Affection - Yonna Voss 99%, Seris Kaelthar 99%, Fay Sylvaraen 75%, Sia Thorne 75%, Raven Nocturne - 98%, Katherine Nocturne - 89%, Summer Nocturne - 88%, Isolde Nocturne - 39%, Ester Nocturne 40%, Elowen Noctis - 29%]
[A/N - In the last status screen, I made a mistake on the EL for Nia and Vaeloria... I forgot to add in the casualties from wars and battles...]
"It looks like they finished up earlier than I expected...." He smiled as he saw the progress of his lovers and as well as his subordinates.
Currently, he had 100,000 Early SS rank subordinates.
As he thought of this he disappeared.
When he returned, he found himself within his inner cosmos. Having fully grasped the Law of Time, his ability to stretch time expanded—no longer limited to tenfold but now reaching twenty-five.
In the boundless void, his gaze fell upon eleven seeds orbiting silently. He sat down, focusing on the idea of his first creation. The process required no conscious effort; the steps unfolded naturally, as if instinct guided him. Moments later, a prompt appeared before him
[Creation: Originat Haven - 11 Seeds - Cultivation time 24 hours]
Seeing this he smiled and confirmed it.
The reason the time was so low was because he made a half-baked creation. Although it was what he wanted… it was still complete… for now that is.
He closed his eyes and began to cultivate.
The eleven seeds orbited him like silent moons, each one pulsing with the weight of perfected Laws. One hour outside became twenty-four hours within.
Ash sat motionless in the center of the void, bronze skin glowing faintly, black wings with rose-pink veins folded tight.
The first seed cracked open like dawn on a dying star. Light the color of rose-gold and crimson poured out and painted the emptiness with color. Land unfurled beneath him for five million kilometers of floating island, grass shimmering through every color of a perfect sunrise, rivers of water that was filled with pure mana.
No trees, no mountains; just wide plains that sang when wind touched them, and rivers that whispered promises.
After a full day of cultivation Ash opened his eyes to see his creation.
It was a simple island that looked mythical all at once.
As he stood here, he disappeared again… and this time he appeared in a familiar domain of clouds.
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The greater chamber looked as it always did with fluffy rose-gold clouds and thousands of cultivators seated with their eyes closed. He looked around for a while and spotted exactly whom he was looking for… Nia, Vaeloria, Seris, Yonna, and Sonna.
Seeing them he teleported them all to the location he went to last time with Nia and Vaeloria. Here the clouds were all pink and the air smelled of pure lust.
The women looked confused until they heard a majestic voice.
"My ladies~"
They spun.
"My ladies~" he said, voice low and velvet, carrying across the rose-pink clouds like a promise that had waited fifty years.
They turned as one.
Five pairs of eyes snapped open, then widened until the whites showed.
Nia's golden gaze flared first, pupils blowing wide. "Ashy…?" she breathed, voice cracking on the second syllable.
Vaeloria's silver eyes turned molten, tails freezing mid-sway.
"You… what happened to your tails?" Her fingers reached out instinctively, searching for the familiar ten snow-white plumes that were no longer there.
Seris's amber irises flickered with shock, cheeks instantly scarlet. "You look… you look like a deity carved from blood and bronze," she blurted, then slapped a hand over her mouth as if the words had escaped without permission.
Yonna's blue stare roamed slowly from the pointed ears to the massive black wings with glowing rose-pink veins, then down the flawless bronze skin.
"…I take back every time I called you pretty. This is unfair," she muttered...
Sonna stood frozen, violet eyes brimming with tears. "You're… beautiful," she whispered, the word trembling.
"Like something I used to dream about when I was little… but real."
Ash's blood-drop eyes glowed soft pink, desire leaking into the air like warm perfume. He smiled slow, fanged, and devastating.
"Well, a few things indeed happened… but that can wait for later… right?"
Before anyone could answer he vanished and reappeared between Nia and Vaeloria, arms sliding around their waists and pulling them flush against his bare chest.
He didn't speak. He simply looked into their eyes, his blood-drop irises glowing soft rose-pink, ancient, hungry, and impossibly tender all at once.
Nia was first. His mouth claimed hers without warning, tongue ravaging with years of pent-up want. She melted against him with a broken moan, fingers clawing at his back.
Then Vaeloria. He turned and devoured her just as fiercely... slow, deliberate, fangs grazing her lower lip until she whimpered his name into the kiss.
His hands never idle, palms filled with perfect, soft flesh one gripping Nia's ass hard enough to leave marks, the other kneading Vaeloria until her tails coiled around his thighs like living rope.
When he finally pulled away, both women were breathing heavy, eyes glazed with raw lust, lips swollen and glistening.
"Oh fuck, I missed you Ashy~" Nia practically purred, already tearing at the laces of his coat. Vaeloria dropped to her knees without a word, fangs flashing as she dragged his sweatpants and boxers down in one impatient yank.
Ash turned his gaze to the three still standing.
Seris's cheeks blazed scarlet. Yonna's blue eyes burned. Sonna trembled, blue gaze wide and the scene taking placed.
He smiled more...
"My warm fairy…"
"My fiery general…"
"My beautiful warrior..."
SLURP… SLURP… SLURP…
The wet sounds of Nia and Vaeloria filled the rose-gold clouds, hungry and reverent.
"Ugh… come…" he groaned, the words barely escaping as Vaeloria's warm mouth wrapped around his cock, tongue swirling with centuries of pent-up worship.
But they were already moving.
Yonna was first. She surged in from his left, fingers tangling in his hair, turning his head with possessive force.
"Bastard… you made me wait far too long," she growled, then crushed her lips against his, greedy and hungry, fangs grazing his tongue.
PAH!
His palm cracked across her ass with a sound that echoed through the rose-gold clouds. She moaned into his mouth, body arching, pressing herself harder against him as he gripped the stinging flesh like it belonged to him (because it did).
Seris moved next, crimson hair spilling over his shoulder as she attacked his neck with desperate, clumsy licks and sucks. Her movements were stiff, almost shy, but the heat in every press of her lips burned hotter than any expert touch.
Ash didn't mind. He never would.
He pulled away from Yonna just long enough to meet Seris's flushed, defiant gaze.
"Not acting today, are you?"
"S-shut up!" She yanked him down and claimed his lips herself, fierce and trembling all at once.
SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!
Down below, Nia had joined Vaeloria... two mouths working in perfect, ravenous harmony. Nia licked long, worshipful strokes along the shaft, tongue tracing every vein. Vaeloria focused on the tip, swirling and sucking until his hips jerked involuntarily.
Sonna looked at all of this as she felt her lust roaring to levels she couldn't believe. This was way more intense than the lotus had ever felt. She clenched her fist slightly before inching forward a bit.
Ash separated from Seris and met eyes with Sonna. He smiled softly already knowing what was going on in the mind of hers.
"Ugh…"
He groaned deep as he came, flooding Vaeloria's waiting mouth. She swallowed greedily, eyes glowing with triumph.
He pulled away for only a heartbeat.
"Ladies…" his voice rolled like thunder wrapped in silk, "Sonna will be first~"
He stepped toward her. With every footfall his aura of lust... no, desire peaked higher, thick and sweet as molten honey. With each step the clothing on each woman body dissolved into crimson mist, vanishing as though it had never existed.
She stood bare before him, trembling, beautiful, finally ready.
He put his thumb on Sonna's chin, lifting her face until her violet eyes met his swirling red-pink blood-drops. His smile was soft, ancient, devastatingly gentle.
"Don't worry about the past, my love. Focus on the present… and the future you will have from this point onward."
"A-am I not dirty?" she whispered, tears already trembling on her lashes.
Ash's smile deepened... it was warm, possessive, and absolute. He scooped her up as though she weighed nothing, cradling her against his bronze chest, wings curling forward like a living shield.
The others had already made space on the vast cloud-bed, Nia and Vaeloria to the right, Seris and Yonna to the left, watching with soft, hungry eyes.
He laid Sonna in the center with reverent care, silk clouds molding perfectly beneath her.
Then he snapped his fingers.
Reality folded.
The rose-gold clouds remained, but the sky above shattered into the most fantastical, mythical scenery any of them had ever witnessed.
An endless field of pure white lilies stretched to every horizon, each petal glowing with gentle dawn light. Crimson roses the size of houses bloomed among them, their scent sweet rain and warm hearth-fire.
Above, a sky of perfect perpetual sunrise painted everything in soft gold and rose, while tiny motes of light drifted like fireflies made of pure love.
Sonna's breath hitched. Tears spilled freely spilled as she recognized every detail (the lilies and daisies she once played with, the sunrise she used to watch from a cracked window, the warmth she had only ever dreamed of. Only now it was flawless, endless, and wrapped around her like the safest embrace in existence.
Ash lowered himself over her, wings spreading wide to shield her from everything that had ever hurt her.
From this moment on, only he would touch her. Only he would love her.
Ash said nothing as he saw the look of shock on Sonna's face, there was only love, burning behind his blood-drop eyes.
He lowered himself slowly, soft kisses rained across her forehead, her eyelids, the tears still clinging to her lashes. Down the delicate curve of her throat, across collarbones that trembled beneath his lips, over breasts that rose and fell with every ragged breath.
He lingered there, tongue circling each peak until she arched off the cloud-bed with a broken whimper.
Lower still, tracing every rib, every shiver of soft belly, until he reached the heat between her thighs.
The scent of desire, lust, and love wrapped around him like the sweetest chains. He parted her legs gently, reverently, and pressed a kiss to the glistening wetness already waiting for him.
"Sonna… from this point onward, you're mine completely. Mind, body, and soul…"
The words were a vow sealed in blood and fire.
His tongue swept over her clit in one slow, deliberate lick.
SQUIRT!
"AHHH~~~"
She came instantly, spraying across his face in a warm, sweet flood that soaked his chin and chest.
Ash didn't stop.
He licked deeper, hungrier, hands sliding beneath her hips to pull her tighter against his mouth. She writhed, fingers tangling in his white-and-rose hair, pushing his head down as though she could drown him in her release.
She came again. And again. And again... until her voice cracked, until her thighs shook uncontrollably, until her entire body seized in one long, shuddering climax that left her gasping his name like a prayer.
Only then did Ash rise.
He knelt between her legs, wings mantled, cock hard and glistening from the others' earlier worship. He looked down at her, and she reached for him with trembling hands.
She pulled him into a kiss that tasted of salt and joy and absolute surrender.
"Ash… I love you," she whispered against his lips, tears of joy spilling freely down her face.
He answered with a single, deep thrust.
"AHHH~~~"
And the flower field sang louder beneath them, petals glowing brighter with every shared heartbeat.