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Bright Star City, Bright Star Island, Flowing Stars Archipelago, Earth
Demian's P.O.V.
The question seemed to melt her previous playful mask, leaving only a reassuring smile on her face as she answered, her 'eyes' meeting his. "I'm fine, Babe, don't worry. It's only because my body had to get used to the improvement that I was out for so long." Nodding his head, he replied with a few simple words. "That's good." Wearing a loving grin mirroring the woman's, the two fell into a brief silence before Ling and Sergei stood up, the former exclaiming. "Now that you're fine, we'll leave you two lovebirds alone. Just remember what we talked about earlier, and you all should be fine." A moment later, only the four Mikhailovs were left in the room, with Demian having moved to the mattress by Seraphine's side, her hand held in his. To his amusement, Liya and Bryn were still there, their entire bodies radiating awkwardness as they were probably wracking their Mind to find a way to leave the room without turning the atmosphere even more embarrassing. The thing was, by constantly delaying their departure, it actually had the opposite effect, evidenced by their blushing cheeks and fidgeting limbs, which, due to his thick skin and perverted inclinations, provoked those deep-seated emotions inside him. While consciously ignoring the barely hidden amused grin on the Dark Elf's captivating visage, he commented in a teasing tone. "If the two of you still feel worried, you can accompany us to sleep tonight. Just to be careful, of course." Immediately after those words reached their ears, Bryn became unusually panicky and stood up extremely swiftly, her body moving so quickly toward the exit that she had to use Elemental Energy for them to hear her words. ["I have other things to do. Good night!"]
Her reaction made the two lovers burst into laughter, although Demian did wonder why she had such an intense reaction to a few teasing words. 'She wasn't like that before my breakthrough... Is there a relation?' He briefly thought while seeing how Liya was pulled back from her daydreaming by the sudden noise. With a blush even more pronounced than the previous one, the mature redhead stood up instinctively and exclaimed softly, her tone laced with embarrassment. "I'll leave the two of you alone. Good night." As her feet brought her quickly toward the open door, Demian felt his hand being squeezed gently, along with an encouraging thought coming from the Bond. Sera was pushing him to act, something he was already hesitating to do in the first place. Feeling supported by his 'first wife', he knew he had to do something, and thus, without stirring the slightest breeze thanks to his passive Elemental Field, his body seemingly teleported right behind the redhead's back. His arms then snaked around her waist, gently pulling her against his powerful chest, his Water-refined muscles capable of instantly switching between soft and hard at his leisure, something shared with 'other parts' of his anatomy. Sensing the woman freezing briefly, the young man stayed silent for a few seconds, curious to see if she would protest against his 'audacious behavior', but was instead met with what seemed to be a sort of quiet acceptance, giving even more credit to his previous guess about how much her view of him had changed lately. With his voice having gained an even more entrancing quality, he whispered softly, his hot breath caressing her cute, crimson ear. "Liya?" Feeling her soft body shivering slightly, his attention was immediately attracted to her instinctive response, her words half an answer and half a moan. "Mmmhh..."
With the corner of his lips rising even higher, her answer made him wonder what expression she was wearing. 'There's definitely something wrong, or right, with me after my breakthrough! I wonder if it's something that would affect everyone or just Bryn and Liya...' He pondered after observing the woman's exaggerated bodily reactions. Shoving that thought to the side, he decided to focus on the present situation, gently turning her body in his direction and noting how her gaze was lowered in a clear attempt to avoid his. With a strange confidence, the young man slid his left finger under her smooth chin and lifted her head until their eyes met, unveiling the strong desire filling her gaze, something she had previously hidden for her own reasons. With a hunger matching hers, Demian tenderly caressed her cheek with his left hand and remarked. "I made you wait, didn't I?" She subconsciously nodded before a light of realization appeared in her eyes, and she replied in a conflicted tone, completely forgetting about Seraphine's presence in the room. "You... You know we can't... It's..." Her words and tone made him conclude. 'Her mouth says no, but her body and Heart say yes. That's enough for me.' Before she could say anything else, Demian lowered his head, pushing his lips against her, silencing any further half-hearted complaint. While relishing her soft lips, the young man had a brief thought. 'Why is every part of her so soft?' Liya, who was previously 'protesting', had subconsciously slid her arms around his neck, pushing her large and supple chest against his muscular own and pulled him into an even deeper kiss, swirling her tongue around his in a display of supernatural skill. However, Demian was anything but a newbie at this game and thus swiftly went on the offensive, moving the battlefield from his mouth to hers before he let her counterattack bring them back into his own mouth, creating a cycle of arousing tongue battles and alluring noises that seemed endless.
Although their upper body was stuck to each other, Demian chose not to go further, as his decision to bond with the sexy, mature woman only after his breakthrough to Tier 2, although previously solely motivated by fear, was now justified mainly by benefits, for himself as well as for her. Indeed, as soon as his Soul Power and Upper Core finished transforming, a flash of intuition came to his Mind, hinting at the need to postpone the Bonding ceremony for now, as it might induce other significant changes in both of them. That being said, his hands and lower body might have acted tame, however, his tongue and lips were anything but, a feeling that was fully reciprocated by the alluring redhead. The 'battle' lasted for another fifteen minutes, not because the two could not go any longer, but because Demian remembered that the two were not alone in the room, something that Adeliya seemed to have completely forgotten in her kissing frenzy. To be honest, the reasons why he could hold onto his consciousness, unlike her, were twofold: The first was because of the daily Bond-Amplified 'bedroom gymnastics' he performed with Seraphine, which helped desensitize the sensation of pleasure he experienced, and the second was that Liya and himself were not Bonded, which seemed to dampen the sensation even more. Not to the point of erasing it, but the stimulation was clearly much lower than it should have been for that kind of activity. And that was despite leveraging his 'extensive' experience.
Naturally, Adeliya had no such consideration, evidenced by her sluggish reaction when the young man calmly moved his head away, her eyes filled with haziness and her slightly open mouth displaying her reddened lips and glistening tongue. It took a few moments for the woman to realize the situation before she asked, her tone filled with languid reluctance. "Why did you stop?" To which he responded with a teasing smile. "Weren't you against it earlier? And now you still want more? So difficult to please..." Her fair cheeks, decorated with a pale blush from the previous exertion, gained an even deeper red hue when those words reached her ears, prompting her to avoid his eyes and emit an annoyed snort that honestly sounded more teasing than angry. "You talk too much, you know that?" Chuckling at her half-hearted reproach, he could not help himself from replying with a flirting remark. "How do you think I got so good at kissing?" With a slight upturn of her lips, she rolled her eyes and retorted. "Who said you were good at kissing? So shameless, I swear..." Feeling amused, he replied with a matter-of-fact tone. "Your face is telling me that, Liya." Among other bodily reactions, but he was too much of a gentleman to mention it out loud. After another snort, she fell silent, her gaze now directed at his face, although lacking a bit of focus, which, coupled with her intermittent change of expression, made him believe that her thoughts were not on the current situation but on other naughty fantasies instead.
Normally, he would gladly probe her, maybe even indulge said fantasies, but they had important things they had to do first. "Liya?" He asked, to which she only responded with a questioning grunt. However, her gaze seemed to regain its focus, probably sensing the seriousness of the situation. After taking a deep breath, Demian proposed. "Let's go sit on the couch. We'll be more comfortable for our chat." Nodding her head, she started moving toward the sofa when she suddenly froze, as her daughter entered her line of sight, the latter still seated on the bed with her expression being a mix of amusement and satisfaction. There was even a hint of Lust, but she hid it well enough that only Demian was able to sense it, probably to avoid startling the 'bird' they just lured into their 'trap'. As he expected, the female Dark Elf kept the following teasing remark at a 'reasonable' level. "Did you enjoy it, Mom?" The question, coupled with her playful expression, seemed to make something inside the strong-willed woman snap. With her voice starting to crack and some mist gathering inside her eyes, she tried to explain herself, but she was so agitated that what came out of her mouth was mostly incoherent gibberish. "I... You... I did... Didn't..." What would have normally been an amusing reaction for Demian and Seraphine, who were both on board with her becoming one of the young man's future wives, immediately turned more dangerous when the Energy inside Liya's body began turning more and more turbulent, mirroring her heightened emotional state.
Recalling his own 'breakdown' a while ago, Demian knew he could not let her misunderstanding continue and thus immediately hugged her tight and softly stated in her ears, while his right hand gently caressed her silky red hair. "It's okay, Liya. Sera is fine with it. There's no need for you to be upset." After repeating those sentences a few times, the distressed woman seemed to calm down, her out-of-control Inner Energy regaining some stability as her Mind registered his words. Of course, Seraphine immediately joining her inside the young man's strong embrace may have played a significant role in helping her accept his claims. However, she was clearly not entirely convinced as she questioned the two softly, her face filled with a mix of confusion and distress, giving him a feeling of heartbreak. "What... What do you mean?" Even the strongest-willed person had moments of weakness, especially when it came to matters of the Heart, and she was not an exception to the rule. However, her moment of weakness did not garner disdain from him. Instead, he felt both delighted by her trust but also sensed the deep affection he felt for her growing into something more 'powerful'. 'I think I'm truly falling for her...' He thought briefly while listening to Sera's reply. "I'm not against you being with Dem, Mom. Actually, I'm all for it!" With a look still filled with confusion, but with much less tension, she replied. "But, why? Don't you... Don't you want him for yourself?" Tilting her head, the younger woman responded matter-of-factly. "Of course I do. But I also want the four of us to stay together forever." Pausing for a second, she added in a somewhat heavy tone. "Mom, we've lost so many people... I don't want anyone else ever again! And for that to happen, the only sure way I know of is for the three of us to bond with Demian." After throwing a brief glance at his silent self, she continued, her eyes sweeping over the redhead's face. "I know it can be considered morally wrong for normal people, but I don't care." As those words left her lips, she had to take a few deep breaths to stabilize her emotions before she added. "I love all three of you very much, and if the only price I have to pay to keep you and Sis by my side is to share my man, then I'll do it without thinking twice about it." Then a small smile appeared on her face as she finished. "I may be very selfish when it comes to other people, but for you guys, I'm ready to be a bit more generous."
After a few seconds of silence that the mature redhead used to digest Sera's explanation while the other two gave her some time to do so, Liya replied, her smile mirroring her daughter's. "Only a bit? I think calling it 'extremely' generous would be more accurate." Letting out a sigh, she added. "But I'd be a hypocrite if I said I didn't want to accept your generosity. Having the same lover as my daughter, uh...?" Although she mumbled those last words, they were perfectly audible for the other two, whose faces sported delighted grins in response. Feeling a weight dropping from his Heart, Demian was about to say something when the 'middle-aged' woman turned her attention toward him as she questioned with a raised brow. "What about you then? Do you have something to say in your defense?" Despite her words being a bit accusatory, her tone was relatively mild, making it obvious that she was more and more accepting of the situation. At least to the point that she would not freak out even though their situation was not exactly common for 'normal' people. With a light smile still on his face, he responded truthfully. "I'll be honest with you, I wasn't really for bringing you into our relationship at first. Not because I wasn't attracted to you, but because I didn't want to hurt Sera's feelings, even though it was the most efficient way to improve both our safety and your own power and lifespan." With her face extremely close to his, it was easy for him to notice her reaction to his words, whether it be her lips twitching, the slight disappointment displayed on her face, which was quickly replaced by resigned acceptance, or the quiet but disappointed 'Oh?' she uttered.
With a light shake of his head, he continued. "I don't see why you're disappointed, Liya. It's already taken me some time to accept my relationship with Sera, who is already closely related to me, let alone adding my own blood-related Aunt, who would not only be my second lover but would also have to share me with her daughter." With a nod of her head, Sera interjected. "If it wasn't for me, I don't think he would've made the leap at all. Well, maybe he would have, but not before hundreds of years went by, or even longer. He's caring like that." Coking his brow, Demian retorted. "Why does it sound like a bad thing in your mouth, Love? I'm pretty sure you'd have gone crazy if I went and got other lovers without you giving the green light." Tilting her head, Sera replied, smirking. "This is this, and that is that. There's no need to argue, Babe." Rolling his eyes, he muttered. "No need to argue when I'm right and you're wrong, uh?" Before she could respond, Adeliya interjected with her own question. "You said you didn't want to at first... What made you change your mind?" This time, her tone seemed a bit more cheerful, probably due to her daughter's previous words. Feeling a bit playful, Demian gave her a light kiss on her forehead and replied, noting a slight blush reappearing on her beautiful visage. "You did." Pausing for a second, he gazed into her eyes and added firmly. "Don't think that Sera and Bryn are the only ones who care for you. To me, you're also incredibly precious. You're the mother I never had, a best friend always ready to listen to my grievances, and one of the three women I admire the most." Taking a deep breath, he then resumed. "To be honest, seeing you as a potential partner was almost blasphemous in my Mind, and if it wasn't because of my previous Life's memories returning and what we went through, I don't think I'd have the courage to see you that way. Feeling worthy enough for a woman as exceptional as you to decide to become my woman, and that, despite having to share me with her daughter... Yeah, let's just say, it took me a while..."
As his words left his lips, he noticed the fluctuating emotions appearing on Adeliya's face while also noting the affectionate feelings coming from the Bond, surprising him again at how tolerant or even downright selfless Sera could be for those few people she cared about. Not that he was complaining about it. As for the redhead, as soon as he finished, she moved her head slightly toward him, giving him a light peck on his lips before she replied softly. "You're definitely worthy. More than worthy." Pausing her words for a second to take a deep breath, she added, her eyes moving from his face to Sera's. "But if we want this... Relationship... To work, then there can't be favorites. You need to treat the two of us equally." Nodding his head, he replied firmly. "Of course! That was my plan all along. Actually, you're all my favorites." His flirting banter brought a smile to the two women's faces, with Sera suddenly questioning. "So, now that Mom is okay with being your woman, when are you gonna Bond with her?" Freezing for a second at the abruptness of the question, or maybe due to some lingering nervousness, he then responded, while his gaze caught the expectant look on his Aunt's face. "I... I need to wait until I break through to Tier 2." Seeing the annoyed expression on his youngest lover and some barely hidden disappointment on his 'new'' one's face, he quickly explained himself. "Wait! Don't be mad! I have a very good reason for that!" Despite the two women looking doubtful, Liya being much better at hiding it, they kept listening for his explanation. With a serious expression, he said. "After what happened today, I got the feeling that to maximize both your and my benefits, we have to bond after my breakthrough. It's similar to those intuitions I got in the past." Seeing the two's faces turning thoughtful, he added. "Of course, if you really can't wait, we can still do it right now. With my... 'Gifts', I'm sure it's just a matter of wasting some time. Maybe a matter of weeks or months, but we can still afford that if needed."
After having said his piece, the three fell into a contemplative silence for a while before Sera turned her gaze toward her mother and declared. "Since it's about you, you decide, Mom." Feeling a bit hesitant, Liya turned her attention toward Demian and asked, hopeful. "How long do you think it would take you to reach Tier 2? Months, maybe?" Knowing how important it was for her, and him as well, to be honest, he pondered for a few seconds before responding. "If it wasn't for what happened today, then it would've taken me a few months, yes. But now? I'd say a few days to condense Intent, and at most a few weeks to master my Spells enough to go through my Tribulation." Honestly, as long as it was not a one-hit kill, he was pretty confident of weathering the Lightning Bolts, no matter how many he was hit by. He did have a troll-like regeneration ability, after all.
With a surprised look on her face, Liya's slight frown turned into a beautiful smile as she exclaimed. "If that's the case, then I'll wait." Pausing for a second, she gave him another peck on his lips and whispered. "My handsome Darling."