For years, Ash cherished his time with each of the women, relishing every moment after what, had been fifty thousand years of separation.
But unlike Nia, the others weren't exactly interested in the quiet, peaceful kind of date.
With Vaeloria, their dates felt like quiet battles—sword duels beneath silver moons in worlds where blades spoke in poetry.
Followed by nights when she set her sword aside and let him explore every line and curve of her, whispering vows of eternal love as the moonlight wrapped them in a shared silence.
With Seris, it was endless summons—worlds spun from her infinite legions, playful wars of creation where she'd taunt him with armies of imagined beasts, only to dissolve them in laughter, pulling him into tangled sheets as collapsing legions faded away... and she founder herself begging to be the 'foot soldier'.
