Try and get some sleep.

After chatting, laughing, eating, and relaxing with a few dozen others, you wash up and head upstairs to your chambers. Despite such an important quest tomorrow, you feel delighted by the joy of today. It's been wonderful. And after everything, you feel even more connected to your allies. Each day, your bonds strengthen. You can feel it in your heart.

You grab the knob of the door and notice it's ajar. Then you push it open to see the glow of your bedside lamps on--the only other source of light being the soft glow of your window letting in the light of the moon and stars.

There are three figures on your bed--Eva, Niki, and Amara--and they're all right back in their swimsuits.

Eva looks to you pleadingly. Her face is red, likely due to how long she's waited, and therefore has had ample time to reflect on what was soon to come. With her arms together, she nudges her massive tits together and smiles. "You liked our show, right?" she asks.

"And you will savour the pictures that were taken, I hope," Amara adds. She sits right beside her.

Niki at the end looks away and scratches the back of her neck nervously. "He better. We're usually around anyway, but like, when we aren't, you can look at them and... you know..."

"D-Do you think he will?" Eva asks quietly, biting the back of her finger.

"It matters little right now," says Amara. "What he must do, is face what is before him."

You do.

For the next couple hours, you off and on make passionate love to all three of the girls--sometimes individually, other times in pairs or all together at once. The bikinis are too much to resist, though admittedly, they don't stay on for long. You bounce the bunny, devour the elf, and ride the tomboy, all the way to the dead of night. There's plenty of room on your bed, though plenty of it happens elsewhere regardless, from the wall beneath the window, to the doorway, and to the floor.

Eva seems especially more open. From most jealous to least, the list has always ranked Eva, to Niki, to Amara, though all of them at their core have been fine with sharing. It's likely Eva will always act the most possessive, though she is clearly fine with all that happens given it was partly her idea to come here tonight, and when it comes to sexual chemistry between the girls of Castle Phoenix, nothing beats the original trio. They've spent so much time together that they know how to push each other's buttons almost as well as you do.

You're the center of it all, and even if it's partially due to the body that was forcefully altered by Breiah and Elok, you thank Absoterra for giving you all that you have, because no mortal man should be capable of this much. It doesn't matter if some of your skills were given. One could be born to genetically have stronger muscles, but they still have to work hard, and the majority of what you have came purely from yourself.

You owned what was given. Now, you're able to lay back in your massive bed cuddled up to three hopeless hotties. No matter what William has--a flying fortress, powerful allies, a connection to Breiah--there isn't a chance he shares the feeling you have right now in this moment. As for Breiah herself, definitely not.

No matter what happens, you'll always rise back up. From the ashes, like a phoenix.

Or like your penis.