Freya familia's home, the Folkvagnr, a place where everyone fought each other to the death, and were healed to full using the immense power of the magical healing teams they had. However, there was one among them, effectively the leader of their little group, Heith. She had been touted as one of the two most beautiful, and powerful healers in the city of Orario, here she was, actively bringing her familia members back from the brink of death. Regularly performing a feat beyond the bounds of what most would think is possible, until…
"Damn it!!!" Heith shouted out furious at the world for her current predicament.
Unfortunately for Heith, her goddess was also sitting nearby, watching the children of her familia test their power against each other more rigorously than they had before. Still a woman of class at heart, she drank wine, underneath the shade of a single umbrella. The sunlight, only touching her skin for brief moments while the wind blew…
"What's wrong Heith?"
"Ehh! I- Lady Freya… I-"
"You've got something on your mind, don't you?"
"What, no-"
Heith tried to get out of expressing her frustrations, this was something she wanted to deal with on her own. Rather, she didn't wish to trouble her beloved goddess with such matters. However, Freya had a different plan for Heith.
Reaching out, Freya grabbed Heith's hand, and with the sudden surprise, magnified several thousand times over, Heith couldn't resist her goddess' will, the goddess of beauty, Lady Freya. So, with a single light pull, Heith was now in a position so close to Freya, their lips could touch at any moment. A moment that came, and halted everything in the Folkvagnr.
"Tell me what's bothering you, my beautiful child."
"The wounds he healed that day. He made others regrow limbs. I'm jealous."
"Pfft, you're adorable, Heith, let this fuel you…"
"HEY! HEITH! HOW DARE YOU MONOPOLIZE OUR GODDESS LIKE THIS!" A half Pallum yelled out.
Ottar bopped the Pallum on his head, knocking him out. Then looked at his goddess, his eyes had a request in them, one rising to the surface…
"Do you want something Ottar, my darling?"
"Lady Freya. Let us fight."
"You want to fight? In the war game?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"To learn something, I have missed?"
"Are you sure? When I join Loki in this war game, it would mean the addition of members from Hathor familia."
"I want to fight them."
"If I get good conditions I'll join banners. But you must promise, you will fight for me."
"I promise, Goddess."
…
It was a day after Shurry had come up from the dungeon, and now he awoke from his slumber. The love of his life, Ardee, held against his right… The first member of his pack close to his age, Neze to his left… And the third, Alfia, currently sleeping on top of him, the two still united just below the hip.
"To think I actually fell asleep through that? I must have been more exhausted than I thought."
"Oh you were, that's for sure, but you toughed it out long enough that the odds are you're going to have another puppy on the way."
"Hehehe, I do like the thought of that."
"Pfft, you're such a dog!"
"Huh, where's that phrase from, it feels familiar somehow?"
"Well, I was able to see some of the other hidden memories in the last few hours. I might not have pronounced it right though, since it does have a different dialect."
"In any case, try not to use it again, if I wasn't a wolf, I might be fine with it, but I'm a proud wolf, so it does feel a bit degrading."
"Oh? Sorry I won't use it again, my wolf friend! And look at that, your wives are waking up. Good luck with that issue Zeus brought up."
"Thanks."
Ardee, on instinct, reached up, and kissed Shurry. She did this before ever opening her eyes… And then with a warm smile, she spoke with a soft cheer.
"Good morning Shurry, my husband. I'm glad you're alright."
"Good morning Ardee, my love."
The two stared into each other's eyes having a conversation without words. One that ended with Shurry's head being rotated to the other side, where his lips were met with another's set, Neze's.
"You always have your long conversations with Ardee before I even get a good morning kiss."
"Hehe, Sorry, Neze, I held him to myself for too long. I just love him so much, I couldn't stop looking into those powerful, and secure eyes. He makes me feel safe."
"I don't mind being second, but at least let me get my morning kiss in before you start going into your conversations, you know I can sense them too, right… And they're always arousing."
"Pfft, We can try to do some rotation but stopping those long stares, not happening. I love looking into her-"
Shurry's mouth had just been hijacked by an Alfia who'd just woke up, her body still in an elevated state of arousal, for the one extremely obvious reason. And so, with her one action, their morning pillow talk ended, and the four of them head their morning love making session. After which, they all went to get cleaned up, taking a quick shower. Then as they were getting dressed…
Downstairs as Zald was about to sit down for breakfast, he let out a laugh.
"Ahahaha! So it's true what they say about the more quiet and reserved ones!"
Zeus joined in with a confirming nod.
"That's right, their voices are always the loudest."
And… both promptly felt the floor from a gospel spell.
"Worth it."
Meteria was giggling as she saw the same type of shenanigans her familia of old had. It was a great morning for many.
Before leaving Shurry's room, there was one final matter to finish discussing…
"Ardee, Alfia, Neze-"
Ardee stopped Shurry from speaking with a single finger on his lips.
"You don't need to say anything else. I'll be fine knowing that I'm number one in your heart."
"I'm fine too, no more than 5 though. I like being able to stretch out a bit."
"Seriously?"
"What, Alfia? Do you have a problem with it?"
"Yes, I do in fact have a problem. 5 would make it too hard to feel him."
"Well then, how about we limit our sisters to 4. Werewolves can't mate with anyone other than themselves and humans. So, how about the woman who had declared her desire to you yesterday?"
"Rose Fannett. She's been working at the guild, it might cause some other issues-" Shurry wondered aloud.
"Well, you'd better settle on who the fourth is going to be, before we leave the room. Otherwise you're going to be dealing with Iska. She is not going to pass that chance up."
"You're right about that." Shurry sighed. "I shudder at the number of Amazonesses gunning for my seed if Lady Kali showed Telskyura that battle…" A shiver went the length of his spine.
"You could take Iska, but that might cause some issues with the war game coming up…"
"I know who I'm going to choose. Guild related issues be damned. I don't need to worry about things like that. Nothing they could do is enough to measure up against fighting a god…"
"So, Rose it is then. She's beautiful."
"Yeah, and she's yet to give up, she knew yesterday that I'd have to say no at that time. Heh, it seems she just wanted to plant the seed in my head. I respect that commitment."
"Then let's all go to see her together, and bring Mother Hathor with us. She could join the familia right away."
The four, agreeing on the limits of this harem, and who the fourth would be, left the room.
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