"Let's go home," He said again, voice dark with intent. "All of us."
Nayla licked her lips.
Her new sigil pulsed brighter for a heartbeat.
"Then lead the way, Heart Lord," She purred. "Your ascended Sovereign wants to see what kind of bed you keep."
Thristle threw her head back and howled with laughter.
Luna sighed, long-suffering.
Venya squealed in delight.
And together—twelve bodies, twelve heartbeats, twelve different kinds of love and lust—they finally stepped through the open passage.
Toward home.
Toward chaos.
Toward the inevitable, glorious mess that awaited them.
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Slowly, unmistakably—her body began to change.
Aiden noticed it first.
The subtle swell of her already obscene chest growing just a fraction more pronounced. The way her hips seemed to push outward another inch, the sheer blue fabric of her dancer's pants stretching audibly. The faint tremor that ran through her thick thighs.
He knew this feeling.
They all did.
Luna's ears perked straight up.
