Ember 23, 2999 | 2:00 AM – Lena's Mansion, Duskhaven
The estate doors swung open, and the group finally returned—bloodied, bruised, and buzzing from the night's chaos.
Shiro carried the unconscious Sable Wing twin over his shoulder, his steps heavy and slow. Lena's platinum curls were wild and frizzed, her blouse torn open and smudged with blood. Grakka had a split lip and bruises on her knuckles, one eye slightly swollen but proud. Zarrah moved like a ghost—silent, poised, but drained.
Waiting at the entry was Rena, the soft-voiced kitsune maid from the other night. Her hair was tied up in a clean side-bun, her ears perked, and her fluffy tail swaying gently behind her black lace uniform. She held a tray of citrus-infused water and energy tonic shots, and a datapad confirming bathwater drawn and the quarters prepared.
She bowed deeply, eyes glimmering.
"Welcome home, Master. Mistresses. Everything is ready."
Lena didn't say a word. She walked straight up, stripping off her ruined jacket and bra in one smooth motion. Sweat clung to her curves as she stepped beside Rena, brushing a hand through the foxgirl's soft hair and gently scratching behind one ear.
"Good girl," Lena purred.
Rena's breath caught. Her thighs squeezed together, and her cheeks flushed. Flashes from that night shot through her mind—Shiro's touch, the sounds, the warmth, the chaos that had melted her mind into obedience. She almost dropped the tray as Lena's nails grazed the base of her neck and pulled away.
Grakka was already halfway through a chunk of dried meat. "Food. Bath. Bed. In that order," she muttered, dropping her pants mid-stride and heading bare-assed to the steamy hallway beyond.
Zarrah stood beside Shiro, her sultry energy dimmed by fatigue but still licking at his senses like heat off a flame.
He dropped the unconscious twin to the tile with a heavy thud.
"Rena. Soundproof room. In the back."
"Yes, Master," Rena answered instantly, stepping forward.
Shiro leaned down, his breath grazing her ear.
"You'll get your reward later."
Rena's knees buckled slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her fingers tightened on the elf's shoulders as she lifted her with surprising strength and padded off into the shadows—hips swaying, collar glinting faintly under her uniform.
Shiro turned to the others. "Good job, girls."
Behind him, Lena and Zarrah exchanged a look, then followed—completely nude now, their bodies glowing under low hallway lights.
"So," Lena cooed, licking her bottom lip, "you gonna reward us too, Master?"
Zarrah let her towel slip. "We've been so good."
Shiro didn't answer—just smirked and walked into the thick, fogged bath.
Grakka was already waiting.
Steam rolled around her powerful frame, water beading down her jade-toned skin. Her violet eyes burned under damp strands of hair.
She grabbed Shiro by the waistband and gave him a firm stroke through his pants.
"I've been holding back all day," she growled. "All that dominance—give it to me."
Shiro grabbed her chin, tilting her face up.
"Mmh. Look at you," he whispered. "Finally being honest."
Their lips crashed. Tongues tangled. Fangs scraped. Her moan vibrated in his chest. He lifted her, hands gripping her thick ass, and carried her to the edge of the bath—moonlight glowing over the tiles. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he slid inside her—slow, deep, unrelenting.
Grakka's head rolled back. "F-Fuck…"
Lena and Zarrah entered behind them, nude and glistening. Lena snapped her fingers—glyphs lit the walls, layering the bath in reinforced spelllight.
"No one's going through a wall tonight," she murmured.
Shiro didn't stop. His rhythm was brutal. Bruising. Grakka was gasping now—tattoos glowing faintly, her mind blank with pleasure.
"B-Baby… oh my gods… I c-can't—ahhh!"
He pulled out, leaving her filled and trembling, slumped against the tile, breathless.
Still hard.
Still hungry.
He turned—eyes glowing faintly gold—and stalked toward Lena.
She smirked. "What now, Beast King?"
He lifted her by the hips, pressing her thighs over his shoulders. This time… he used control.
His tongue extended unnaturally long—sliding into her slowly, curling, tasting.
Lena's smirk shattered into gasps.
"W-Wait… Shiro—baby—I'm not… not ready f-for thaaaat—ahhhh!"
Her thighs trembled. Back arched.
Eyes rolled as she squirted suddenly, spraying into the steam.
"I—I love you…" she sobbed, flushed and panting.
He set her down gently—then turned to Zarrah.
She stepped back instinctively, trembling.
"Sh-Shiro… I—"
He stepped closer. "My little devil…"
He scooped her up, folded her like a pretzel, her knees by her shoulders, and slid inside—inch by inch.
She stared into his glowing eyes, gasping louder with every push.
"I—I—I can't… it's too—!"
"Take it," he whispered. "Look at me."
Her eyes rolled back. Her voice cracked into incoherent moans as he pounded her until she was just a mess of twitching limbs and trembling breath.
Then he sniffed the air.
Rena.
She had returned quietly, still in uniform, a silver collar that read Shiro around her neck.
He extended a hand. "Come here."
She obeyed without question.
The bath filled with steam, sweat, and the tangled moans of insatiable bodies. Time slipped away again—only this time, they didn't fight it.
Eventually, Shiro—still pulsing with stamina—carried them all to bed. One by one. He tucked each of them in, even Rena, brushing damp hair behind flushed ears.
Then collapsed in the center, arms over soft skin, bodies all around.
"…Good night," he muttered, grinning faintly.
And darkness took him.