Next chapter during the weekend. Ill be in exams.
Celestial Ascendancy
Chapter 38: Theories and Decisions.
Grimmauld Place.
Elias Blake.
Waving at Seekvaira and Alivian as they left, I sighed in relief. My devilish friend had been more than a little unnerved by the pace of my improvement, so it was no surprise that she'd been a little scattered during her short visit after the spar.
Alivian, too, had been intrigued—but one thing I quickly learned during our brief spar was that he liked to fight. I wasn't sure if that was just a dragon thing since he was the only one I really knew, but honestly? It wouldn't surprise me. Myths and legends existed for a reason, and most held at least a grain of truth.
Turning to the two Blacks, I asked, "What did you think of them?"
Sirius hesitated, his expression torn, while Arcturus observed me with sharp eyes.
"She was a beauty!" Sirius finally smirked, but I could tell he was putting on an act.
"That she was," Iris chimed in, a strange look in her eyes. My girlfriend's appreciation of women's charms never failed to amuse me... and, honestly, I loved it. It meant certain opportunities could be on the table in the future.
I wasn't someone who let my dick lead me, or at least, I hoped I wasn't, but with them so openly accepting of things, I'd be a complete idiot to let an opportunity like that slip by. Who was I to complain if she and Hermione were on board with bringing in other girls.
Sirius let out a loud guffaw at Iris's words while Hermione huffed and swatted her shoulder. But even she couldn't entirely deny it, giving a slight, reluctant nod. Seekvaira was stunning after all, and her exotic features only added to her allure.
If only she weren't such a kuudere. I think that was the term? Sure, It had its charm, and I wouldn't mind figuring out how to fluster her enough to drop the act. But we weren't that close for that, yet, at least. Maybe in the future.
One thing was sure, this alliance was going to be very beneficial for both of us. Seekvaira had noticed that I was unique, and she was smart enough to recognize the advantages I could bring into her life through our friendship. She didn't know how exactly, but that didn't matter.
Everyone had their own secrets, and she was wise enough not to push. The Celestial Grimoire was something I trusted my girls with, but anyone else? Hell no. Not until I was strong enough to ensure no one could take advantage of it.
I still didn't know its origins and the possibility that someone might fear my potential enough to try and kill me? Very real. Even worse, someone could try to steal it. I wasn't sure if that was possible, but why take the risk?
"She's beautiful," I admitted slowly, "but you know that's not what I was asking about, Uncle."
Arcturus snorted from his portrait, crossing his arms. "She's wise for her age," he admitted begrudgingly. "I think I approve of what you're planning, but there's a lot we need to discuss before you leave… and we don't have much time."
"True," I acknowledged. "Ask away, I suppose."
Arcturus took a measured pause before speaking. "I won't ask you to explain everything, Elias, but I need to know more about you. Even before today, I was pleased that Sirius planned to make you his heir... perhaps even Lord Black in the future, depending on how long it takes to clear his name. But after what we learned today…" His sharp gaze locked onto mine. "There are things that concern me."
His voice was soft, but he selected each word carefully.
"For starters, I won't demand to know the origins of your… differences. Even if you understood them yourself, I doubt you'd trust us with that knowledge. And I respect that."
He breathed slowly out. "But there is one thing I need to be sure of. Are these 'special little things' causing you pain? Are they changing your body or mind?"
I took a moment to formulate a proper response, considering my words carefully before drawing a deep breath.
"In truth, I can't give you an absolute answer," I admitted. "But as far as I can tell, every change I've gone through has been… positive, at least in the long run."
I lowered myself into a chair that Hermione and Iris had just finished transfiguring while I spoke, taking a moment to gather my thoughts.
"I have access to abilities that don't make any logical sense, yet each one has been useful in its own way," I continued. "And I appreciate your understanding, Grandfather. But there are things I'd prefer to keep between myself, Iris, and Hermione. At least for now."
Arcturus's expression darkened slightly, and I knew he was about to protest. So before he could interrupt, I pressed on.
"You can rest easy. No one else besides Iris and Hermione knows about this. And both of them have excellent defenses against mental intrusion. Maybe not enough to stop someone on Dumbledore's, Snape's, or Voldemort's level regarding Legilimency… but enough to warn us. Enough time to shut them out before my secret gets out."
Arcturus nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. But in his sharp, calculating eyes, I could see approval. He respected caution and preparedness.
"It's good that you're being careful with that knowledge, mate," Sirius added, his tone more serious than usual. "What you showed us today… opened my eyes to a lot of things. I used to think I'd seen everything the world had to offer when I worked as a Hit Wizard during the war." He let out a low, rumbling chuckle before shaking his head. "Turns out I couldn't have been more wrong."
His smirk grew broader. "You think this is how Muggle-borns and their parents feel when they find out about Hogwarts?
Hermione snorted. "It's exactly like that. You should have seen my parents when Professor McGonagall visited our house. She transfigured our dining table into a pig to prove to us that magic was real."
Iris grinned. "That's hilarious. I wonder what the pompous purebloods today would think if they found out how weak they are compared to the real supernatural world."
I nodded, my tone growing serious. "That's why we need to push our training. I know I have my advantages, but Iris and Hermione don't. That's one of the biggest reasons I wanted to lock in this deal with Seekvaira. Through her, we can access entirely new ways of strengthening ourselves."
Iris let out a soft sigh, her shoulders slumping. "It's true, Eli… I used to beat you constantly when we sparred, but now?" She frowned, avoiding my gaze. "Now, I can't do anything to you. I feel useless."
The quiet admission made my chest tighten.
I risked a glance at Hermione, already knowing I wouldn't like what I saw.
And I was right.
She bit her lower lip, stared at the floor, and had frustration and sadness written all over her face.
I hated this. I hated that the Celestial Grimoire hadn't given me anything to help them grow stronger. I didn't even know if that was possible. If the Grimoire was completely randomized… I could spend a lifetime waiting for something to appear.
Even though I knew both of them loved me, I also knew that this feeling... this imbalance, would only cause problems in the future.
"When Seekvaira starts owing us for the products, that'll be the first thing we ask for, love," I said with a smile, earning an equally sweet one from Iris. The small dimple on her left cheek was more pronounced than usual.
She hugged my left arm tightly while I wrapped my right arm around Hermione's waist, pulling her close for a quick peck.
"Just imagine everything we could learn," I murmured in a low, conspiratorial whisper to my bushy-haired girlfriend, earning a bright blush in response.
Arcturus made a noise of disgust from his portrait, clearly unimpressed with our little interlude. "Now that you're done with your nonsense, you need to start preparing—properly—in case that woman Seekvaira warned us about is truly aiding Voldemort."
Sirius rolled his eyes at the older Black before shifting into a more serious expression.
"For once, the old bastard is right," he admitted. "What she said worries me. She and her Queen are stronger than almost any wizard I've ever met… and yet, she believes she'd die if she went up against this person?" He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I don't even know how we're supposed to prepare for something like that."
"It is concerning," Hermione muttered, frowning. "I've been thinking about it a lot, and from what we know so far, I think we could classify people we're familiar with into different tiers—Low Class, Mid Class, and everything beyond that."
She glanced around the table, puffing her chest slightly at the approving look Arcturus shot her.
"First of all," she continued, "Seekvaira is a High-Class Devil as she explained. I'd wager Alivian is the same, given how serious she usually is. She wouldn't have a second-in-command who wasn't capable."
I nodded. That made sense.
"Now… it's tricky to classify wizards the same way since our magic works so differently," Hermione went on. "But if I had to guess, most of our Hogwarts professors would fall somewhere between Mid-Class and High-Class. Their levels would vary, of course, but they should all be at least reasonably skilled."
"Flitwick, McGonagall, and Snape are definitely High-Class," Iris added. "Professors who specialize in other branches of magic should be Mid-Class at the very least… though, given how versatile wizard magic is, some might have a few aces up their sleeves."
"If that's the case, then most adult wizards should qualify as Mid-Class," Sirius mused. "And that's after considering how much we've declined since the war against Grindelwald."
"That bearded old bastard's fault," Arcturus grumbled darkly. "I could still wipe your arse in a duel even if I were on my deathbed, you little shit." He scoffed before shaking his head. "With all the damage Dumbledore has done, it's no wonder even Charlus disliked him."
Iris perked up at that. "My grandfather didn't like the Headmaster?"
Arcturus snorted. "Not in the slightest. He hated how weak-minded Dumbledore was, or so he always said. You have to understand that those were different times. War hardens men and women alike. And after the dust settled, we watched everything we'd fought for crumbling around us. It's no surprise Voldemort came as close as he did to winning."
His expression darkened. "Everyone was weak. Afraid of doing what needed to be done. That's why he got as far as he did." He spat on the ground of his portrait in disgust. "If we hadn't been so old by then, we could have crushed his movement within a month. Even if we couldn't have done anything to that pale bastard himself, his followers? They weren't that bright."
Hermione's eyes widened. "Do you really think it would have been that easy?"
Arcturus nodded firmly. "Voldemort is strong; I'll give him that. He is probably even stronger than Dumbledore, given all the rituals he's done to himself. But his Death Eaters? Piss poor. If the Ministry hadn't interfered and hadn't actively discouraged people from defending themselves, the war wouldn't have lasted nearly as long as it did."
Iris arched an eyebrow. "Didn't your family support him?"
"Bah!" Arcturus snorted. "At that point, I didn't give a damn what my family did. Make no mistake, I have no love for Muggleborns, but I never believed in harming them for sport. Their blood strengthens the wizarding world, so long as they don't come in expecting to turn our world into some imitation of theirs."
His gaze tightened as he focused on Hermione. "There is a reason why the worlds remain separate. We live longer... our memories last longer. Things don't happen so quickly as some Muggleborns would like it." He glared even harder. "Listen to me, girl. I see ambition burning in your eyes. Use it wisely. Work too hard, and you will face more resistance than you expected."
Hermione met his gaze evenly. "So you're not against change, then? So long as it's implemented carefully?"
Arcturus smirked faintly. "I'm dead, girl. I don't care about much beyond my family. But if you do become one of us in the future…" He shrugged. "Consider it advice. Take it or ignore it, it's up to you."
Sirius coughed to break the tension, but I could see Hermione was still deep in thought, processing what Arcturus had said.
"I don't think Dumbledore is Ultimate Class," Sirius finally said, frowning. "But… he should be right at the top of High-Class. He's someone loved by magic but also old, way too old."
"I've been thinking about that too," Hermione added thoughtfully. "And I think I have an idea, one that could help us improve much faster. Or at the very least, push our potential far beyond what we think is possible."
That got everyone's attention. She smirked slightly, clearly enjoying the moment. She always loved knowing more than the rest of us, and even more so when she had the chance to teach.
"You all understand how wizard magic works, right?" she asked slowly. "And I don't mean spells. I mean us, as wizards. How we use magic."
"Through our cores," Iris replied. "What about it? That's first-year basic knowledge."
"Right!" Hermione smiled brightly. "But have you ever stopped to wonder how that is achieved? Why are we born with different magical capabilities? How do we actually increase it?"
Arcturus continued thoughtfully. "Blood is involved, naturally. The older and more dominant the family line, the stronger its offspring is, assuming they have not polluted the line through inbreeding."
Sirius nodded. "Yeah, that tracks. James and I were the strongest in the group. Remus and the traitor were both a lot weaker. Even Lily, as sharp as she was, didn't have the magical reserves James and I did."
"Precisely," Hermione said eagerly. "Now… how do we improve our magic?"
"By using it," I said confidently. "It's like a muscle. The more you use it, the stronger it gets."
Arcturus scowled. "Where are you going with this, girl?"
"Give me a minute; it will make sense soon," Hermione replied, smiling even wider. "Okay, so if magic is like a muscle. why do we have a limitation?
She leaned forward. "If we naturally grow stronger with age and through frequent magic use, why do wizards hit a ceiling? Why don't we just keep increasing? Dumbledore is the strongest wizard I've ever met—but he's over a hundred years old. He has used magic on a scale far beyond anyone else in this era. So why isn't he even stronger?"
"Maybe wizards have a natural limit?" Iris guessed, then immediately frowned. "No… that doesn't make sense."
"Exactly," Hermione grinned triumphantly. "It doesn't add. There are thousands of old books of ancient wizards doing things that we now consider impossible. The stories may be exagerated, but what if they're not? What if the difference between them and us is not knowledge?"
Iris rubbed her head. "I still don't get it."
Hermione smiled.
"It's not that we can't have more magic," she explained. "It's that our bodies can't handle it."
Sirius frowned. "Didn't you just say wizards don't have a natural limit?"
"I did," Hermione nodded, eyes gleaming. "But I meant that our magical cores don't have a limit. Our bodies, on the other hand… they do."
She turned to me. "I've been watching Eli these past few weeks. His magic is growing alarmingly fast, and it hasn't stopped. Think about it, he's using magic far more demanding than the rest of us, so of course his magic reserves should be increasing. But he's already matching, and even surpassing most of our professors. That shouldn't be possible." She paused for effect, then asked, "So what does Eli have that they don't?"
Something clicked in my brain. My eyes widened.
"My body…" I whispered. "I'm physically stronger than them. My body is on an entirely different level."
I wasn't sure if this was something in the original story. Still, after everything I'd learned about DxD, anything felt possible.
Hermione beamed. "That's what I think too. Your body is stronger than the norm, so your natural limit has increased. That's why your magic keeps growing. Unlike most wizards, your body can house that power without a problem."
"So… we should train our bodies?" Iris asked, pouting a little.
"Exactly," Hermione nodded. "I think I'm right, but we don't have many examples to form a solid hypothesis."
"I think you're onto something," Sirius mused thoughtfully. "Now that I think about it… after Remus matured, his magic grew unusually. Maybe it had something to do with him being a werewolf. And that rabid mutt who follows Voldemort... that Greyback bastard, he's ridiculously strong compared to other Death Eaters. He doesn't have a special bloodline to rely on, so maybe he just trained his body to the point where it could handle more magic."
I leaned back in my chair, processing what Hermione had just revealed.
"There were rumors, ones that were quickly buried, but I still heard whispers," Arcturus mused, pacing in his portrait. "What you said makes a bit of sense. There was talk that Merlin wasn't entirely human."
I blinked. "Seriously?"
Arcturus nodded. "Like I said, important people made sure to crush that rumor before it could spread. Not many people even know it existed. But now that we're aware of the real supernatural world… maybe there was some truth to it."
"That actually fits," Iris said, tapping her chin. "From what we've learned, supernatural beings are naturally stronger than humans. Maybe that's why he was so much more powerful than the rest of his era."
"Did the rumors ever say what he was?"
Arcturus shrugged his shoulders. "I wasn't paying much attention then, I thought it was stupid and ignored it."
I was about to answer but a phone alarm startled me out of my seat.
"Shit, already dinner time," I muttered, mussing my hair. "We need to get back soon, Remus will start to wonder where we are."
"You're right," Sirius agreed, stretching. "We've been here for a couple of hours."
"Actually..." I scratched the back of my head. "Before we go, I need some advice from Arcturus. You three go ahead, I'll catch up soon."
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Something serious?"
"Nah," I waved him off. "Just need some insight on dealing with a pest."
"Say no more," Sirius smirked. "Do you need the girls for this?"
I glanced at Iris, quietly wondering if she cared about the options. She shrugged a bit, so I nudged her aside with a soft shove, encouraging her to spend some time with Sirius. I would catch them up later.
She nodded brightly, and I smiled. "They'll follow you. I will be there shortly, promise."
With a bit of playful tugging, Iris and Hermione were both up. They started tugging Sirius towards the direction of my trunk door. I could only hope that they picked up some street food along the way... It's been too long since I ate something greasy.
The instant they were out of sight, Arcturus grunted. "Alright, what is this about?"
I exhaled, wondering how he'd react. Not negatively, obviously, but I was still curious.
"Has Sirius shown you The Daily Prophet since your portrait was activated?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.
Arcturus snorted. "Aye. Hilarious article, that one."
I scowled. "It irked me."
"You may as well get used to it, boy," Arcturus grinned sarcastically. "It won't be the last time."
"I know," I grumbled, shrugging my shoulders. "But that woman is going to be trouble for us."
"Then get to the point," he sighed, eye-rolling. "Don't waste my time."
I smiled. "Patience, old man.".
There was a flash of motion, and I turned to see Ash leaping in, a small jar clutched tightly in her claws. She had caught up on my command through our bond.
She was getting big.
I removed the jar from Ash's grip, caressing her beak with a soft touch before shaking the jar hard.
Inside, a small form hummed angrily against glass.
"Arcturus," I declared, smiling up at the jar. "Meet Rita Skeeter."
Arcturus raised a brow, his gaze flicking from me to the furious insect trapped inside. "A beetle? You've captured a journalist… and transfigured her?"
"She's an Animagus, I'm not that cruel," I explained, rolling my eyes. "Unregistered. And a nosy one at that."
He hummed in approval. "Interesting. That explains how she gets all her dirt."
"Exactly. And normally, I'd think blackmailing her with that would be enough to keep her in line… but it won't last forever."
Arcturus chuckled. "Clever boy. You are right. The moment she finds a way around the threat, she'll be a problem again."
I nodded. "That's why I need your advice. She's useful… I know that. Her ability to dig up secrets is insane, and having her work for us instead of against us would be valuable. But she is also petty, manipulative, and completely self-absorbed. I don't know how to keep her in check in the long run."
Arcturus smiled, reclining back in his portrait. "Now, now, this I like to hear. A healthy Black way of thinking.".
I snorted. "That was not exactly an answer."
He smirked darkly. "That's because I'm proud, boy. It's about damn time someone in the family started acting like a true Black."
He steepled his fingers. "You're right about Skeeter. Blackmail will only last so long; the moment she thinks she can slip out from under your thumb, she'll do it. But people like her? They don't just value freedom; they need it."
I frowned. "Meaning?"
"Give her some leash to persuade her that she has a choice," he explained smoothly. "Make her think working for you benefits her more than running wild. Dangle something valuable in front of her, something only you can provide. It could be protection, power, or even just a consistent stream of exclusives. Anything that makes her choose to stay under your control."
I mulled that over. It made sense. Rita Skeeter wasn't the kind of person who followed orders out of fear forever. But if she wanted to be here? If she saw value in working for me? Then, she'd be far more loyal than any Blackmail could make her.
"And if she steps out of line?" I asked.
Arcturus laughed wickedly. "Then remind her the leash is still on, boy. You don't need to choke her with it; just tug it tight enough to remind her to be careful. If you desire more security, you can make her swear an oath like the one we swore."
I smiled. "I like the way you think."
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
Nighttime.
I closed the door after us with a sigh of relief, leaning my forehead against the chill wood of my Hollow for a moment.
"That was horrible," Hermione sighed and tumbled onto the bed face-first.
Iris giggled and pulled off her sweater, throwing it around the nearest chair. "Oh, come on. It was not that bad. Okay, perhaps they would not shut up about how we escaped together, but did you see how pink Sirius turned when I told him he was just missing some girl?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, and then Remus had to start saying we're 'too young to be this disgustingly in love'."
Iris cackled. "He is surprisingly funny when he isn't on edge by your presence."
"They're insufferable, that's what they are," Hermione muttered, her voice muffled against the sheets.
I stepped back from the door, unbuttoning my shirt as I stretched. "At least we got out. And the pizza was good. Worth tolerating their crap."
Hermione swiveled her head to shoot me a glare. "You talk, but you weren't the one Sirius was trying to convince to give a detailed ranking of our—"
"I don't want to go through that again." I cut her off immediately, stripping down to my underwear and heading into the bathroom.
Iris grinned and leapt onto the bed, rolling over on her belly next to Hermione. "Oh? But you didn't deny he was right~."
Hermione slapped a pillow into Iris's face. "Go undress yourself."
Laughing, I disappeared into the bathroom to brush my teeth, splashing water on my face. When I came back out into the room, Iris was down to her panties, her legs exposed as she dramatically flopped onto the bed. Hermione was brushing her hair, already getting comfortable.
I crawled up onto the bed next to them.
When I ended up on my back, I grinned. "Alright, let's set some ground rules."
Iris raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Eating with Remus and Sirius is strictly once a month," I said flatly.
Hermione burst out laughing. "Tempting. But how else are we supposed to keep up with all the new embarrassing stories about you?"
I turned my head to look at her. "Et tu, Mione?"
Iris laughed as Hermione smiled, setting down her brush and sliding over to me. "You are fun to tease, love."
"You're both terrible," I sighed dramatically.
Iris leaned over, resting her chin on my chest. "Mmm, but you love us."
"How could I not?" I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "So, are we actually going to sleep, or…?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, we're sleeping. We need our beauty, Eli. You can ravish us in the morning."
Iris hummed. "But cuddles first."
I chuckled, adjusting so that I was comfortable between them. The room was warm, and the heat of their bodies pressed to mine made it even better.
"You know, it's been a while since I checked the Grimoire, I should roll before sleep."
Iris grinned and sat with her back on the bedrest, and I couldn't help but focus between her legs; she was so damn perfect, and I couldn't wait until tomorrow.
"Down, you vixen," I shook my head, earning a grin from my mischievous girlfriend.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled the Grimoire from my soul, enjoying its weight in my hands.
800 CP in total.
Elemental Hall- Valkyrie Crusade (300 CP)
A large stone hall filled with glowing crystals and overgrown vines. Within this hall is an atmosphere rich in elemental energy. Each day, the type of energy within will change, cycling through the four elements. Occasionally, the mana may spawn an elemental being that can be defeated to obtain its core of crystallized elemental mana.
Bought, 500 CP remaining.
Curse Whisperer- Jujutsu Kaisen (200 CP)
Cursed spirits are beings that are, by their very nature, malevolent. It wouldn't be entirely incorrect to say their raison d'être is to cause suffering to humanity. Yet it's not impossible to get along with them. Despite being a human sorcerer, Kenjaku was more than capable of allying with the likes of Jogo and Hanami, both of whom desired nothing less than the eradication of humans.
Now, for some reason, you, too, have found that cursed spirits are strangely fond of you... by the standards of curses, at least. At the very worst, they'll be indifferent to you – so long as you don't bother them or get in their way, you'll find your life blessedly free from their interference. Weak curses won't haunt you, and the stronger ones won't try to kill you in some indiscriminate rampage. However, Those witha reason to target you,won't be dissuaded by this. What's more, if you put some effort in and make an appealing enough offer to them, they may even be willing to work alongside you, which is much more than can be said for most people.
This perk works on any similar evil beings in future worlds.
Bought, 300 CP remaining.
Alchemist flask – Generic Alchemist (200 CP)
The opening of a material will give you some information on its alchemical properties. Doing so with a solvent in the flask will inform you how it will react with the solvent. Potions can be made using this flask alone, though they will not last long outside the flask. To help with this, the flask can store up to ten potions, with ten doses of each type of potion. You can choose which potions are currently in the flask with a simple thought.
If you find a stabilizing agent, you may be able to bottle and sell the potions created with this flask; however, without such an agent, the potions only last a few hours outside the flask itself.
Bought, 100 CP remaining.
Positron rifle- Castelvania (600 CP)
...we were doing so well with keeping in-theme, too. This is a futuristic cannon that is surprisingly easy to carry and deploy. It fires what manual likes to call 'positive electrons'...or in this case, a thin, disintegrating beam of light that doesn't discriminate between monsters or solid objects, tearing an open hole through both most physical defenses with ease. Int doesn't have any ammo limitations, either. Try not to shoot it around too wildly. You may import a gun you already own instead to gain this effect, if desired.
Failed to buy, 100 CP remaining.
I leaned back into the bed, rubbing my temples as the influx of information settled into my mind.
The elemental hall was straightforward enough, but something I sorely needed. I didn't know what uses the crystalized elemental mana would have in us, but I hoped it could be used to strengthen the girls or at least enhance their potential in elemental magic. That way, one of my biggest worries was over. If they couldn't be used like that, at the very least, it would work as training for them to defeat said creatures, and maybe we could sell those cores to artificers.
The alchemy flask would be helpful too… like, life-saving useful. I could already think of multiple potions I could have in hand at any time, from healing potions to Polyjuice or even veritaseum. Perhaps Mione should keep it on her; I was sure she would find out the best way to use it faster than me.
And curse whisperer… damn, a Jujutsu Kaisen perk. I didn't know exactly what kind of beings this would work on, but it would be helpful either way. The Youkai were the closest beings I could think of, but I barely knew anything about them. The only one I knew was Yasaka, and in truth, it was only for two major reasons.
"Well, nothing game-breaking, but everything is useful," I smiled as I rubbed my girls' hair as they rested on my chest.
"I think we will get a new training method in the near future," I smirked at Iris and then explained about the elemental hall. By the end of my explanation and hypothesis, her eyes were shining so bright that it almost hurt to look at them directly.
"And this one is for you, babe," I kissed Mione's brow as I gave her the flask, "It is useful, and I'm sure you will find out how to use it the best of us."
"The last one—I don't know how useful it will be, but it should help, I guess." I began to explain curse whisperer without mentioning other worlds. "I guess we could ask Seekvaira what factions enter that description, and we could even make a deal with them for their products in the future."
Hermione squealed at my gift; she stood up from the bed, jiggling all over as I smirked, enjoying the sight with Iris, who was focused entirely on Mione's pendulous breasts.
"I love it, Eli," Mione grinned, "I can't wait to start studying it, I already have so many ideas."
She quickly put the flask on the table and returned to the bed, jumping over my body and kissing me deeply.
"I love you," I whispered to her, looking directly into her beautiful eyes, "and I love seeing you so happy."
"You just earned a gift tomorrow morning," Iris bit my chest as she trailed a path with her tongue, "You just wait."
"Alright, alright," I murmured, feeling my body relax as their warmth pressed against me. "Goodnight, you little Vixens."
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