"Sargon!" A bright, energetic voice pierced the morning air the moment they emerged from the Autumn Woods. Then, like a living sunbeam, a yellow fairy hurled herself into Sargon's chest at near-light speed.
That was all Nyx saw before her mind tried to process it.
Fast! And I have the eyesight of a hawk! Nyx thought, eyes widening as she observed the small light fairy clinging to him. Now she understood why.
"Morning to you, too, my little sunshine! How was your sleep last night, Dessa?" Sargon greeted the light fairy, gently patting her head and back. Dessa, overwhelmed with joy, almost turned entirely into light itself in her hug.
If a normal sparrow man or fairy had been struck at that speed, both would have tumbled and crashed. But Sargon enveloped her in a soft, protective aura, cushioning her collision perfectly. She melted happily into his embrace.
"Mmm! I slept fantastically and woke up on time as well. This morning was simply great. Thanks for last night, too." Her brown eyes, which gleamed like red stars in the dark, now carried the intensity of a sunset teetering on the edge of twilight, beautiful and slightly dangerous.
She felt drawn into them, the more she wanted to stare at those fiery ends of day—reminders of endings, perhaps of all things—but her cautious side whispered restraint. Even so, she pushed the thought away, letting her heart conclude:
It's okay. With him, there is always a new day.
"That is good to hear, and you are welcome. Anything for my little sunshine." Sargon's voice brought her back, making her blink and blush. She nodded shyly, torn between fearing and longing for the depth of those sunset-colored eyes.
Dessa's braided black hair shimmered with pixie dust, tied neatly into a bun, and her sunflower-petal dress accentuated her small, adorable frame.
One has to love cute things, no matter how god-like they become, Sargon mused, leaning down to peck her forehead. Her eyes flickered up, an almost invisible tint of pink coloring her cheeks.
"Couldn't help it—you looked too darn cute this morning. Come, we're off to the Pixie Dust Tree." He chuckled, releasing her, and soared into the morning sky.
Nyx watched with a small smile, then sped toward the frozen fairy to wake her up.
"Come on, we have to catch up. And what did you mean by 'last night'?" Nyx asked, curiosity flickering in her voice. Behind them, chatter grew as they soon met three other fairies.
"Sargon!""Darling!""My love!"
Fawn, Rosetta, and Silvermist called out, their voices bright and ecstatic. Around them, other fairies stared in astonishment. Who could inspire such joy in three of the most talented, revered fairies of Pixie Hollow?
Silvermist's words, in particular, caused a brief, collective mental short-circuit among the nearby fairies.
Who in the world is this sparrow man's lover?
Sure, Silvermist was charming and kind, but there was a hint of playful madness in her—the kind that made her endearing and unpredictable.
"Fawn, Rose, and Misty!" A deep, magnetic voice called out, and the three fairies shot toward him with breathtaking speed.
They landed in his arms midair, obscuring him from view. Silvermist rested her head against his, Rosetta hugged his waist to the right, and Fawn to the left. Sargon's arms encircled them, holding each securely.
All six were blissful in the embrace.
"I see you girls had a wonderful morning and slept too," Sargon said softly, his voice emanating from Silvermist's chest. She giggled, flushed, and floated behind him, pressing her head between his wings.
"Yea, sugar. Last night was the best night of my life—slept like peas in a pod, if not better. What are you really? No fairy is so mystical, powerful, and downright attractive~" Rosetta replied, her accent softening the words as she basked in his warmth, which rivaled the sun.
"I too slept well. I had a bad dream at first, but your warmth and scent brought sweet dreams. We were just talking, and it seems you visited us all last night simultaneously. How did you do it?" Fawn asked, nuzzling his chest, clearly addicted to his scent.
"Yeah, and last night's dance too. It was fun, though I wish it had been the actual you," Silvermist added, holding him tightly from behind.
Sargon observed these fairies, now completely drawn to him, with a calm smile. Deep down, he had long harbored affections for each one, dating back to his youth when they were fictional in books and stories. Though distant then, he never regretted keeping them in his heart—now, seeing them alive, thriving, and devoted, he knew greater moments lay ahead.
"Haha, my lovely fairies. In time, you will all know," he laughed, a pure, heartfelt sound.
His eyes roamed over them: Rosetta in a pink rose-petal dress, red flats enhancing her curves; Fawn in a quail-feathered dress with orange vines, modest yet teasingly highlighting her wide hips; Silvermist in a sleeveless blue-green gradient dress, slender arms, smooth shoulders, and tempting curves that made his hands itch to roam.
Last night's private explorations had revealed more of their true forms than the movies ever depicted: Rosetta's H-cup figure, Fawn and Silvermist's E- and F-cup forms, Tinker Bell's F-cup secrets, Iridessa's D-cup balance of curves and legs, Nyx and the fast-flying fairy with C-cup athletic builds, and Vidia, slender but equally curvaceous.
Satisfied with this quick mental survey, Sargon released his hold on two fairies and encouraged greetings with the others. Silvermist remained close, her head against his shoulder, while the rest aligned comfortably in his aura.
"Come on, girls. Hang on tight," he said, patting Silvermist gently, eliciting a shiver from her. He winked at the others, who watched knowingly.
They flew toward the gathering at the Pixie Dust Tree in silence, broken only by Fawn's teasing:
"I smell Sargon all over you, Nyx. Did what I thought happened, happen?"
Rosetta chimed in: "Do tell, sugar cane. You must look radiant for a reason."
Nyx, cheeks flushed, beckoned them closer and whispered secrets out of earshot, before flying to catch up to Sargon and the group.
Nearby fairies buzzed with speculation:
"What in the blue sky just happened?""I thought he was Nyx's lover! We saw them together!""Who is this sparrow man?!"
Chatter erupted, a cacophony of curiosity, jealousy, and awe, while Sargon remained blissfully unaware—or perhaps he did, and simply didn't care.
Mid-flight, Silvermist shivered slightly, but Sargon's aura enveloped her, calming the chill.
At the top of the tree, fairies gathered for the queen's summons. A voice called out, reserving them space, and Sargon's mind lingered elsewhere.
"Sargon, I would love to sit with you and the rest of the girls, but I have to find my scouts and go on guard duty. I'll see you later, please forgive me," Nyx said, pleading.
"Go on, dear. The girls will keep me company. Be safe, and I'll see you later. Don't forget, I promised you a reward." He tapped her nose playfully and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Nyx soared off, joyous and flustered.
"Reward? I want a reward too, Sargon! What is it?" Silvermist called.
"In time, my ladies. You will all receive it." He smiled warmly, as two more fairies approached.
"Morning, you two. How was your sleep?" Sargon greeted, noting Tinker Bell's usual cute-and-sexy ensemble and the fast-flying fairy's hotter, daring look.
"Hey girls!""How are you two?"
Nyx and Tinker Bell exchanged smiles with the rest. Vidia noticed Silvermist perched behind Sargon, a sight that did not escape the other fairies.
"So what is she doing up there?" one fairy asked, eyebrows raised.
"I wanted to hug him," Silvermist answered simply.
"Right." Vidia nodded, rolling her eyes.
"Alright, girl. Off you go; I need a moment," he said, gently dislodging her with a touch. Sargon seated himself between Tinker Bell and Vidia, Silvermist behind him, Fawn and Iridessa on either lap, and Rosetta in front.
"Sargon, I finished the cube this morning like you said!" one fairy exclaimed.
"Well done! A little rest was all you needed. Solve it in multiple ways, and your brain will learn to process problems faster." Sargon's small enchantment subtly boosted her cognitive abilities with each attempt, sharpening her analytical skills.
He had plans for each fairy, carefully timing gifts and enhancements to ensure their talents grew and prepared them for the ultimate gifts, thereby solidifying their loyalty and devotion.
"Well, what did you mean by last night, Sargon?" Vidia asked, curiosity bright in her eyes.
"Ah, dear. Sargon paid us all a little visit. Simply divine. And Nyx's glow this morning speaks volumes of my other talents," Rosetta teased, batting her eyelashes at him.
Sargon chuckled, aura expanding gently, pulling the girls closer: Silvermist behind, Tinker Bell and Vidia flanking him, Fawn and Iridessa on his laps, Rosetta in front.
The surrounding fairies gawked, mouths agape. Never had a single sparrow man held six fairies simultaneously with such ease.
If he noticed their astonishment, he scoffed inwardly. He was no sparrow man. These fairies were his, and he would shower them with affection whenever he pleased, wherever he pleased.