Questions in the Night

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The first night back in his old room was a little strange, Ahsch thought. Partially that could be attributed to being quite used to his room at R’sath. Partially it could be due to the reminders of his childhood.

Mostly though, he had to admit it was due to the fact that he wasn’t just sharing the bed with Ariin and Mahat, but with Aena and Stisea as well. The angel only technically counted because, though she didn’t need sleep, she _wanted _to spend the night, which was a far from objectionable desire for her to develop, as far as all were concerned. Meanwhile, Kirasiel and Rwnil were sharing the guest room, though the royal had intimated that she wouldn’t be opposed to sleeping with her master and future husband.

Breaking _that _news to his family had been both much less stressful but also far more awkward than revealing his secrets. They all remembered how much of a bitch Kirasiel had been before, and, while they marveled at her changed demeanor, there was clearly some suspicion lurking. Though the more annoying part had been the incessant teasing about marrying _two _royals, and isn’t Ahsch just sleeping his way to the top?

But the important part was that Ahsch got his family’s blessing and promises to attend the wedding. They were a little bemused that the two betrothed slept separately, but nobody made a fuss. Ahsch caught the looks though, and resolved himself to help his fiance figure things out.

Aside from that, Dahil had clearly been somewhat on-edge ever since she saw Rwnil, though neither hrafthi had really spoken to each other much. Curiosity burned at Ahsch’s mind, but he didn’t dare pester his mentor, and he knew his mother well enough to know that asking her when she was acting like _that _wasn’t likely to lead to answers. He still wondered about their relationship as well, and while the opportunity to examine their bond was obvious, he decided against snooping: he didn’t want to invade his mother’s privacy like that, and he wasn’t afraid to admit that he was concerned about his future health if he pissed Rwnil off by poking around. After all, he reminded himself, discretion is the better part of valor.

Says the hrafthi who just can’t help but tell everyone his secret, Mahat had pointed out, a statement that had been followed by laughter when Ahsch had sighed in annoyance.

Post-bedtime sex, after Ariin had fallen asleep, Mahat had wandered out of the house to ‘stretch her legs’ in her beast form, and while Aena was slowly, gently fellating Ahsch with the intent to provide pleasure, not orgasms, Stisea shifted slightly to look up at her new Master, a hand lightly rubbing above her womb. “May I ask a question, my mate?”

Ahsch, who had been too busy thinking to fall asleep just yet, opened his eyes and met the shy satyr’s gaze. “Hmm?” he questioned.

“Are you… well…” she flushed brightly. “The daughter you’ve given me… that you’ve… blessed me with… you said she was somehow an angel, correct?”

Ahsch nodded, a slight frown furrowing his brow. “I’m not sure how it happened, but yes.”

“Which makes her one of your - or rather, one of Enochiel’s - angels, right?”

He thought for a moment. “I suppose _technically _that’s true.” He fixed his mate with a seeking look. “Where are you going with this?”

Stisea worried at her lip for a moment. “I was wondering if you were planning to… ah… mate with our daughter once she comes of age?”

Ahsch froze, eyes wide, and desperately tried to ignore how his cock throbbed in Aena’s mouth. “I wasn’t… _planning _to, no,” he said.

Stisea stared at him for a moment. “But the thought occurred to you?”

It was his turn to blush. “I… can’t deny that.” He coughed lightly. “Not that I was… well…” he sighed, fingers worrying across one of his hair-feathers for a moment as he thought. “Where I come from - my first life, that is - **** at all is generally frowned upon. But parent/child **** is… there’s a whole host of social dynamics and authority issues at play there, and it’d be hard to guarantee that a child could freely consent or decline to consent to sex with their parent or guardian.”

Stisea nodded, but still looked at her mate. “But… given your powers, couldn’t you make sure that if she did consent, she was doing so freely?” She shook her head then. “Although, what does that even mean? If your daughter chooses to enjoy sex with you, how could that be bad? Sure, you could **** her, but then it wouldn’t be her choice. Unless you manipulate her - something I don’t see you doing - I don’t see the problem?”

Ahsch sighed. “The problem is that she might see it as an obligation to her father - someone who holds authority and power over her. She might not want it for herself, but because she thinks that what she has to do to be a ‘good daughter’ or something.”

Stisea tilted her head. “You hold authority over your sister, my mate. Over Aena.” She quirked an eyebrow up. “Over me.”

His mouth worked silently for a moment before he sputtered, “Th-That’s different! At least…” he sighed in defeat. “At least with you. Aena is…” he looked down at the angel who was still dutifully tending to his cock. “Angels are… weird, I guess. And Ariin…”

He looked over at his sister, who was sleeping soundly, wrapped around one of his arms. HIs sister, who had at first hated the idea of being ‘his’ like she was, then chose it whole-heartedly, all without Ahsch knowing. She had devoted herself to him to an… honestly unhealthy degree, if Ahsch considered things in light of his Earthian morals. Yet, at the same time, nothing about it felt wrong. Sure, there was part of him that worried about the moral implications, but when he considered everything in the context of Euphoria, of being a godling, of the circumstances of her birth exposed to his reincarnative weirdness… it felt right.

“I can’t explain why Ariin… why I view that as okay,” he admitted. “But I’ve already told her and Mahat that I’m _not _going to fulfill the wild fantasy of breeding a bunch of daughters to be magical batteries for me for my Boons. That wouldn’t be right.”

Stisea nodded. “I agree. But… what if one of your daughters _wanted _to be yours? Why would that be so bad?”

A few answers came to mind, though all were discarded. Any age difference paled in comparison to what lied between him and Rwnil - who he admitted fantasizing about, and while nothing was happening there yet and might never happen, he had the strong feeling that neither of them would protest if something _were _to develop - let alone between himself and Phashim, who was millenia old and who had all but admitted to hoping he would become someone capable of dominating her. The difference would only be that he was now the older one.

Their blood relation was moot thanks to Parental Mastery. And by Euphorian mores, while less acceptable than siblings sharing sex, it wasn’t unheard of for parents and their children to have sex.

Ahsch shook his head. “That’s years off,” he said, though even as he said it, he knew it was just him postponing the problem. “Let’s not talk about it now?”

Stisea gave her mate a small smile. “As you wish,” she said, leaning in to plant a light kiss on his cheek. “Master.”

As the mousy satyr snuggled against him, Ahsch was left wondering where the shy, timid girl had gone for that whole conversation. Maybe she’s bolder when she’s comfortable with someone? he considered. Though if so, that’s insanely fast for how long we’ve been together.

Though as he finally started to drift off to sleep, the thought occurred to him that maybe his openness with her; or the strange, primal connection they’d shared that resulted in their ‘weird’ daughter;