Ash lay on his massive bed in the Sacred Dimension, the soft golden light of the central palace bathing the room in warmth.
Per usual, the bed was crowded with his women — all of them naked, bodies glistening with a light sheen of sweat from earlier activities.
Nia was closest, curled against his left side as she rested her head on his chest.
Aphrodite and Vaeloria were on his right, their curves pressed comfortably against him.
The rest — Sylvie, Madison, Katherine, Rune, Aeloris, Seraphiel, Morgana, Vaeloria, Mira, Sandra, Lysa, and the others — were scattered around them in various states of comfortable entanglement.
Some of them were resting their heads on his legs, others leaning against one another or simply lying close enough to feel his warmth.
While four of them... were busy themselves with something else....
And much like they had been doing over the last three thousand years, they were all watching a projection hovering above the bed — a live feed from Pantheos.
