{Primal Star Ascension: Foundation.}
Phoenix settled on the grass in the backyard. He didn't stand this time. He folded his legs under him, spine tall, hands resting on his knees as instructed by the system.
He opened the first page and read the mantra written beneath the diagrams. The technique was created ages ago by a lost civilisation among the stars. It drew the powers from the star, reforging the body of the person who was practising it using the powers of the stars.
He soon started practising. The first minute was relatively easy. The second minute felt like someone lit a wire along his lower back. By the third, the heat spread across his whole spine, making him perspire in pain.
The pain was not sharp; it felt relentless. It felt like someone had poured molten metal into his body.
He bit his lips to stop himself from screaming out loud, but he kept going.
Somewhere far above, a star brightened by a fraction before dimming down again. No one noticed the abnormality on it.
Meanwhile, Phoenix heard some sounds emitting from the world, and he woke up from his meditation.
The front chime sounded. Voices tumbled in, keys, laughter, the house was filled with life instantly.
Phoenix towelled his face and slipped inside. Everyone just greeted him normally.
"Get ready for tomorrow morning," Diana said as she passed him, wearing a night gown that did not have a belt, letting it hang open, giving him quite a view. The corner of her mouth tipped up as she said. "We start your training."
"Tomorrow?" he echoed, trying to sound neutral.
"Mm," she said, already halfway to the kitchen.
Dinner came together fast.
The evening temperature felt warm, and the family chose comfortable clothes accordingly.
Elena was in nothing but a soft wrap tied loose at the waist, Diana in a silk robe that had stopped believing in belts years ago, Aria with an oversized shirt sliding off one shoulder, wearing no bottoms, Luna in a tank top and shorts, or it could have been panties, he could not tell.
The table was filled with steam and colourful food: grilled meats, bright green vegetables, a bowl of strawberries glossed with syrup, with other assortments of food.
Elena and Diana sat side by side on the dinner table, close enough that their shoulders touched as they leaned in to talk.
It started with the usual teasing between them. Elena put a spoonful of food in her mouth before kissing Diana sensually, putting her tongue into her mouth. Diana, not to be outdone, grabbed another thing on the table and kissed Elena back, feeding her with her own tongue. Soon, the duo forgot all about food and got busy making out while the whole table watched this as if it were normal behaviour.
Soon, both Elena and Diana slid their fingers along each other's waists, and their hands disappeared under the edge of the tablecloth, their shoulders shaking sometimes softly, sometimes faster.
The conversation didn't stop at the table did not stop the entire time.
Elena's voice dropped low, a sensual moan, while Diana's answers grew a little slower, her words stretching. They kept feeding each other mouth to mouth, as Phoenix stood transfixed in one place, just watching them.
Under the table, the rhythm changed again. Their fingers tightening against each other's members, teasing it from the tip to the bottom. The slightest tremor resulted in loud groaning and moaning.
Aria watched them openly, pitching a tent herself as she slowly played with it over the cloth. She lifted a strawberry by its stem, rolled it against her lower lip until a bead of juice formed, then bit slowly, the red bright against her tongue. She slipped the rest into her mouth, eyes soft, and licked a line of syrup from the pad of her thumb. Her gaze stayed on the parents, not on Phoenix. Even so, his ears went hot seeing her eat a strawberry so sensually.
Meanwhile, both Elena and Diana leaned into each other's shoulders, foreheads touching briefly, noses brushing, a grin breaking and then dissolving into a sigh when one of them changed tempo just slightly.
Luna felt it coming before anyone else. She grinned, slid from her chair with a fluid, practised ease, and disappeared beneath the table.
"Luna," Elena warned, breathless and laughing at the same time.
A muffled "What?" from somewhere near their knees, entirely unconvincing.
Aria snorted into her glass. "You're impossible."
As her mothers reach their peak, Luna opens her mouth wide in front of their cocks, eager to capture their loads and swallow them down with a satisfied moan. Soon, her wishes were fulfilled as both of them came at the same time, drenching Luna's face, who quickly grabbed them both and put them inside her mouth, gulping down loudly.
She resurfaced moments later, bright‑eyed and unbearably pleased with herself, dabbing the corner of her mouth with the tip of a finger and making a shit eating grin.
"Thank you for the meal," she said, absolutely shamelessly.
"It was unfair," Aria complained, though she was smiling. "You can't call it and take it all for yourself. You need to share next time!!"
"You were busy with strawberries," Luna replied primly, tapping her plate. "I was busy with strategy."
"You could have shared a little."
"I can go again," Luna offered, giving Aria a predatory look.
Elena laughed softly. "Alright, that's enough, sit down and eat."
"Phoenix," Elena said after a while, voice gentle, "how was school?"
He cleared his throat. "Good. It was great." He risked a glance up. "Tomorrow morning, Mother Diana is training me."
Diana poured him water, the clink bright in the candlelight. "Be ready before sunrise. And don't expect me to go easy on you because I am your mom, okay?"
He just nodded. "Yes."
Aria tipped her chin toward him. "You look a tiny bit different tonight. Not big. Just more...sturdy? I don't know."
He blinked in surprise. "Do I?"
"Mm," she said, satisfied. "Keep doing whatever that is."
They ate and talked and teased each other until all the food was gone. The house smelled like heat and spices and a kind of happiness Phoenix was still learning to adjust to. One part said it was all normal and good, while the other was not used to it after being an orphan in his world.
He walked into his room and took off all his clothes before sleeping on the silky sheets. It was a habit from this world, of sleeping naked. And he felt really relaxed and good when the softest sheets brushed against him.
After what he had seen at the dinner, but as soon as he touched his dick, a warning message popped up on the screen, saying he would lose the streak if he continued.
Phoenix gave up and lay back, and fell asleep after counting sheep to 567.