After getting teased so thoroughly by Aether, Maelona had no choice but to change the topic—her cheeks still burning from earlier. Without another word, she turned sharply and began walking, her voice calm but laced with fluster,
"Co… there's sothing I want to show you."
Aether followed, still grinning, clearly savouring her reactions.
They headed toward the Thruster Station, located nearby.
Maelona had already taken care of relocating the local residents, offering them temporary housing and protections to keep them safe during the construction.
As the two of them walked side by side, the soft blue butterfly—Elona—rested comfortably on Aether's shoulder, swaying gently with each step. And then, in its soft, chiming voice, it began to hum an oddly adorable tune.
"Mama~ Papa~ Papa~ Pa~ Ma~ Ma~ Ma~ Papa~"
Maelona's head slowly dropped, her long, elven ears twitching and nearly glowing red from embarrassnt—even her normally blue-tinted cheeks now looked faintly violet. The fluster overwheld her.
Who would've thought that after escaping Aether's verbal teasing... she'd be ambushed by a tiny fluttering traitor?
Aether chuckled warmly and glanced at the butterfly with affectionate eyes.
"You sing really well, Elona~" he said softly, reaching up to gently pat her wings with a feather-light touch.
Elona vibrated in delight, its body pulsing with light as its voice grew louder in joyful response.
Maelona groaned internally and mumbled, "M-Maybe I should put her back!" Her voice trembled as she reached up, trying to snatch the little pest.
But Elona evaded her grasp easily, fluttering into the air and twirling in playful spirals just above their heads, all while singing louder—
"Ma~Ma~Ma~P~Paaaa~Papa~"
Aether was already laughing under his breath,
"Co on, let's just leave... her?" he said, his voice slowing as he glanced at Maelona's beet-red face.
She nodded, lips tight and face still flushed.
"B-But she was spouting such rubbish… such nonsense," she muttered, her words growing softer toward the end.
Aether gave her a side glance, his voice quieter now, more deliberate.
"Nonsense, huh? Tell ... has Aria said anything to you recently?"
Maelona stopped in her tracks, visibly flinching as her eyes widened and her skin paled slightly.
"W-Well..." she whispered, suddenly rembering her daughter's heartfelt words.
"Just rember, Mom… I love you no matter what. But if you're hiding sothing just because of … please don't. I'd rather have my mother be honest and open, than suffering in silence alone."
Maelona's breath caught in her throat. That mory stung with truth.
"Maelona?" Aether's voice pulled her out of her thoughts, his hand waving gently before her eyes.
She blinked, then quickly shook her head.
"N-No... Aria didn't say anything," she replied too fast, her voice a little too high.
Aether didn't press her. He could see the lie, but he didn't challenge it. Instead, he simply placed his hand gently on her shoulder and resud walking beside her, giving her the silent comfort of his presence.
Eventually, the two arrived at the construction site.
It was a massive underground project, with stone and tal being manipulated by Earth-elental workers and precision mages. Towering scaffolds, cranes, and raw energy pulsed faintly through the air.
Near one of the control consoles, comfortably seated in a reclining chair with a drink in hand and sunglasses on, was Raven—completely relaxed as she overlooked the progress.
"Looks like soone's enjoying themselves a little too much~" ca a sweet voice.
Raven flinched, her drink nearly falling out of her hand as she turned—and lit up imdiately.
"Husband~!" she squealed, leaping up from her seat and throwing herself at the man standing there.
But it wasn't Aether... Not as the world knew him. He was now wearing his mask—the mask of Victor.
Victor chuckled as he embraced Raven tightly, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, even the bridge of her nose.
"Look at you… so skinny now. My lovely Draconyx~" he whispered, brushing a hand through her hair. The way he held her spoke of how much he missed her—like holding a piece of his own soul.
Raven let out a soft whimper of joy and clung to him tighter.
"I missed you too... My lovely. And… you look different. Bigger?" She blinked as her hands explored his chest, her brows furrowing in confusion and curiosity.
Victor grinned.
"Yeah, I'll explain everything. But first—where are the others? Thali—"
"VICTORRRR!!!"
THUD!!
RROOOOOLLLL!!
Victor barely had a second to brace himself before a body slamd into his back. He hadn't expected an attack from behind, and the force sent him tumbling forward, rolling through the dirt with a gasp.
Before he could recover, Thalia straddled his chest, her hair cascading around them, her eyes full of wicked amusent.
"Looks like soone's a bit too slow for a goddess, hmm~?" she teased, her voice dripping with sultry delight.
Without giving him ti to reply, she leaned in, pressing her lips against his in a deep, hungry kiss—full of heat and longing. Her hips swayed slightly as she ground herself against his crotch, rubbing with firm, teasing motions that made Victor grunt beneath her.
"You didn't think I'd let you get away without a welco back kiss… and a little friction, did you?" she whispered into his lips, before nibbling on his bottom one.
Maelona's lips twitched with irritation as she narrowed her glowing red eyes. With a single, regal wave of her hand, her little butterfly fluttered gracefully from her shoulder and zipped straight toward Thalia's bouncy rear.
The delicate creature didn't sting or bite—it rely grazed the juicy curve of her ass, barely brushing its wings along the soft fabric stretched over her cheek.
"Arrhh!!" Thalia yelped, her voice pitched high as her body jolted. A tremor shot up her spine and she clenched awkwardly, stumbling off Aether's lap like a malfunctioning wind-up toy. Her hands flailed as her legs turned into jelly.
This wasn't like the earlier attack—where a single touch would drain all her energy in one embarrassing flop. No, this was different. Targeted.. Delicate... Precise!
Maelona had clearly been practising, learning to wield her draining powers with all the focused grace of a queen… who knew exactly where to hit a woman where it hurts most.
"Shaless!" Maelona snapped, her voice low and sharp, her cheeks puffed with annoyance. The butterfly elegantly returned to her shoulder, landing like a proud soldier returning to base, wearing a tiny pout that matched its master's expression.
The two—elf queen and butterfly—stood there with synchronised judgnt plastered on their faces. Sa pose. Sa pout. Sa amount of sass.
Thalia flushed a deep crimson, wobbling on her feet with a sheepish grin.
"Ahem. Cough, cough. Seems like he missed … just a little too much," she said with a flick of her hair and a tone so smug it nearly choked the air.
Raven and Maelona both twitched.
"Yeah... it's always ," Victor sighed dramatically, throwing his arms out in exaggerated surrender. He raised a hand for help like a fallen emperor, sprawled across the battlefield of horny wives.
Thalia huffed and grabbed it, pulling him up—only to freeze the mont he stood tall.
Her head tilted up... and up.
"...What in the mountain?!" she blinked wide-eyed. "You... You look taller. Like, way taller. Did soone stretch you?!"
Victor chuckled, brushing dust from his cloak with a grin, his aura calm yet commanding.
"That's a long story," he said smoothly, his voice a little deeper than usual.
"I'd love to hear it," Thalia said with sudden seriousness, licking her lips like a cat who just spotted cream. She eyed his fra with slow appreciation, her gaze dragging down his arms, chest, thighs. "Also… your thighs didn't use to be that... thicc."
Victor leaned down slightly and gently kissed her forehead.
Thalia's eyes sparkled. She smirked, turning to face Raven and Maelona with all the cockiness of a queen who just won her man's attention.
"He missed ~ hehe~"
Of course, what Thalia didn't say—was the wave of relief flooding her chest.
'Thank the stars he forgot what happened that day…' she thought, clenching her ass with quiet dread. If he rembered, she was done for.... Spanked.. Disciplined!!!
Again!
"Lyirrs?" Victor asked smoothly.
Thalia, still recovering from the emotional whiplash, pointed lazily toward the gaping crater nearby.
"She's down there… working"
Victor stepped forward and looked down into the massive hole, wind brushing against his cloak like a dramatic ani entrance. He cupped his hands and shouted into the depths,
"Lyirrs! Can you co u—"
Sllfffhhhhh~!
A booming gust of hot wind shot up from the crater.
Suddenly, with a glorious roar and shimring aura, a brown dragon burst into the sky from the deep cavern below, wings spread wide and body gleaming with heat and minerals. She soared upward, casting shadows like a mountain above them, and then began to descend with elegant force.
Victor blinked. "Everyone's really overdramatic lately," he muttered, shielding his face slightly from the flying dirt.
As the dragon landed, her body began to glow, shifting and morphing with magical radiance. In a matter of seconds, she transford into a beautiful brown-haired woman.
She dropped to one knee before him with a bow so smooth it could've earned applause.
"Sir... please forgive for my delayed arrival," Lyirrs said, her tone full of deference and respect.
Victor smiled warmly. "There's no need for an apology. Rise," he said with a soft but kingly voice.
Lyirrs obeyed, standing tall with pride in her chest and a faint dusting of blush on her cheeks.
Victor turned to look at the won gathered before him—Raven, Thalia, and Lyirrs. His gaze was warm, his stance firm.
"So... how have you all been doing in my absence?" he asked. "I trust you've enjoyed yourselves... especially Lyirrs?"
Thalia, like always, answered first.
"Of course! We've been having loads of fun—and we even ate a few Elf—PUFFF!!"
BOOMMM!!!
Two elbows. Perfect timing. Zero hesitation.
Both Lyirrs and Raven slamd their elbows into Thalia's ribs with the synchronised attack. Thalia let out a wheeze that sounded like a dying flute before being yeeted a few feet backwards.
Victor blinked again, slowly. "...ate what, exactly?"
Lyirrs and Raven stood shoulder to shoulder, perfectly composed. They waved the dust away like they were banishing spirits, and spoke in perfect, terrifying unison:
""Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just... wind.""
Not even a hint of guilt. Poker-faced goddesses.
Maelona stood silently nearby, beads of sweat rolling down her temple. Her eye twitched.
'... What did they DO while I was gone?!'
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