Fall into bed.

That was a surprise. Poor Delphi. I know what it's like to lose control, and worry that it could happen again. Hopefully she can take me as an example as to why she shouldn't be afraid. I've long since disconnected myself from Elok, and from what I can tell, she was far more of a side experiment compared to me. Just like we said, another failure. It's actually kind of frustrating that he wasn't more upset. It's likely that him and Breiah try to many twisted things that they don't really care if a few of them don't work out. We'll make them regret that. Their own creations will be their undoing.

After getting into your blue pajamas, you collapse onto your back, not even yet under the covers. You spread your limbs out from the center of the massive bed and stare at the ceiling while your bedside lamp causes the room to dimly glow. Your eyes peer to the window--blinds partly open. The sky is clear, black, and filled with an ocean of stars. It's truly amazing to see such a view, removed from the light pollution of a modern city. It may be rough at times, but it's all worth it to spend time with those you love, and enjoy such comforts as soft, silken pajamas, and a bed that feels liked a cloud against your back. Your stomach is full and your body is clean. Absoterra is beyond what you could have even fantasized, back before you experienced your very own isekai. It all started with Breiah. In a twisted way, you almost want to thank her. Perhaps you will, right before you defeat them all one and for all, whatever that may mean when the time comes.

Speaking of loved ones, about a half hour after laying in silence but not yet sleeping, you hear a drum against the door.

"Come in," you respond.

The door opens to a gorgeous sight that takes you off guard. It doesn't really matter that you've witnessed the unclothed bodies of the most beautiful women you've ever seen, nor does it change anything that you've had threesomes, foursomes, and even orgies with almost everybody present at Castle Phoenix. When a hottie stands before you, she's a hottie nonetheless, and the spectacle never degrades. Your heart races upon the sight of Lady Nyllia Tesgella bathed in light in the hallway, as well as the dim glow from within your room. Her perfect skin, her slender elven grace, her long pink hair--an angel has arrived you take you to heaven. At least, that's how it feels.

Her body is tightly embraced by a brand new set of pajamas. The top is a low-cut, thin, deep pink blouse with frills along the collar, which just so happens to rest right along where her nipples would otherwise be visible through such translucent silk. Just beneath her bust, it's cut short with a cute, flowery hem. It rests so softly--so delicately--on her body that the straps have already slipped down her shoulders. Her shorts are cut the same. They're so thin and so tight against her skin that they appear painted on. For a long moment, she stands with a hand against the doorframe, as if she knew you'd need time to take her in. Then, she sashays inside, and after a quick bump with her butt, the door swings closed.

At first, one wouldn't expect her to have such a potent aura. She isn't a towering, terrifying succubus, or an ancient vampire. Though the way she looks down at you from the end of the bed is mesmerizing. She extrudes such confidence and such grace, even beyond any other elf you've met.

Just as she likely desires, you eye her up and down. You feel your cheeks warm as you guide your eyes down her neck, over her barely covered breasts, past her cute, tight belly, and then to her hips.

"Now that you have secured the image of my body forever to your memory, I would like to speak," she says softly. "I think your bed is far too large to be sharing it alone. As your trusted knight, I believe to be owed more than just food and shelter. Do you not agree?"

"I--"

She grabs hold of your leg as she prowls forwards onto the bed. Her breasts hang, barely concealed within her tissue-thin blouse. You watch, hypnotized, as she makes her way up to your thighs. "And after such a long quest away from Castle Phoenix, I have grown to miss you. This is not a jest, Kyle. I am being honest. While I was still with good company on my journey, I realized that it is no longer the same without your presence."

Her hands stop at your hips. You can feel her thumbs right beside your bulge.

"I missed you too, Nyllia," you reply.

She smiles. Slowly, she arches her back and crawls her hands to your shoulders, and then presses her body against yours. She's soft, like a delicate flower. With her face so close, you can feel the heat of her breath against your chin, and the touch of her lips barely against your own. In turn, you wrap your arms to her back and hold her tight. Your hands touch upon the back of her blouse--soft, clearly of Luna's handywork. Then below that, the smoothness of her bare back. You sigh softly before sliding your fingers around to cup her rear end and tug her upwards.

Nyllia giggles quietly before delivering an incredibly long, passionate kiss. She moans against you, kissing while running her hands back through your hair. It continues on, until her tongue gets involved, to where she pulls away with a gasp for air. Her chest heaves up and down swiftly as her heart races, and a moment later, she plunges back down as the two of you begin to make out with heated desire. Your bulge slowly rises, and she certainly notices. Her hips begin to grind up against your groin as her legs firmly plant themselves on either side of your hips.

She then sits all the way up. With a smug smirk on her face, she reaches her hands down to take hold of her blouse. Then, she slides it tantalizingly slow up and over her head, allowing her breasts to spill out for you to enjoy.

Not to leave a meal uneaten, you wrap your lips around one of her tits and devour it. She lets out a surprised moan as you pull her in tight with both hands on her back, and you take your time to enjoy her body. You lick up her cleavage to her neck, and then kiss her once more. You feel her start to gyrate her hips, even if the two of you are yet to be naked, but it feels good already to feel her passion grinding against your erection.

This time, you take the initiative and slips your fingers down into her shorts.

"Oh! Kyle..." she purrs as she lifts her body up to allow your disrobing. They slip down her legs, and then she kicks them off the end of the bed. Now that she's entirely naked, she crawls down yet again, though this time she goes for your pajama top. "Mmm. You can still mend torn clothing, yes?" And before waiting for an answer, she pulls the front of your shirt open, sending a few of the buttons flying. She then drags her tongue up your chest and moans with delight.

She works her way downward. Her fingers slip into your pants, and she works them down off your heads. When coming back up, she spares no hesitation in dragging her tongue up your shaft with the flat of her tongue before plunging it into her mouth, and deep. "Mmm," she hums as she gives you an amazing suck to her throat, but after a moment of that, she withdraws it from her lips and crawls back to meet with your face.

"I think you're right," you say. "This bed is too big for one person."

Like a cat, she remains on top of you with her ass in the air, and her eyes peering directly into yours. Her face is flushed, and with your Kitty Sense, you can tell that she's holding back. Her body is hungry, and she's about to let loose after days of starving.

But just then, there's another knock on the door.

She doesn't look saddened, however. "Perhaps I won't have you to myself tonight," she says. "Come in~!"

"Was that Nyllia's voice?" When the door opens, Lynx is standing there, and is immediately taken by surprise when the first thing she sees is an elf's bare cheeks. "Woah. Man... That's a really nice ass," she mutters.

She's wearing pajamas of her own. It's a full, brown onesie that hugs her body tightly enough to where it's apparent she has nothing else on beneath. It has a hood as well, which she she does have up over her long, undone black hair, and it looks like the head of a bear. It even has little round ears and a face on top. The front of the onesie has buttons from the collar all the way down to past where her belly button would be. After seeing what's transpiring before her, she doesn't leave. Instead, she takes a step inside and slowly shuts the door behind her with colour filling her cheeks.

Nyllia smirks as she turns an eye back to her. She rolls over to her side, dismounting from your body as she instead wraps a leg over yours and holds you close. "I cannot help but notice you chose to stay, Lynx."

"Aha, well... I was away for so long, so I thought I'd--"

"Give Kyle some company?"

"Those pajamas are so cute," you comment.

Lynx looks herself over. "Y-Yeah. I thought so too."

You ponder for a moment as you look her over. The girl clearly wants to join, and she was bold enough to enter, but it's still difficult for anyone to take the next step. You remember something, however. A certain thing that you haven't dealt with in a long time. "Hey, Lynx?"

"Yes?"

"Tangerine... Owl..."

"H-Hey! Wait, I--" But instead of fleeing, she stands still and watches you intently.

"Yam. Soup." Take Off Your Shirt.

Like some sort of sleeper agent, a handful of command phrases were implanted into Lynx's mind. They've never been removed. Thankfully, you're likely the only person who still knows what they are. This is only one of them, of course, and you're curious what it would do to someone wearing a onesie.

Flushed, she brings her hands up to remove the top button. Then the next. She slowly undoes her pajamas, revealing more and more of her dark, petite body, until the last one just barely reveals the top of her pussy. It's barely visible, but when she notices, she can't help but feel embarrassed. After that, she pulls the hood back, revealing a head of long, black hair, before she slips the clothes down over her shoulders, and then to her waist. She holds it there, however. Her tits may be small, but they're perky and make clear her excitement. "Kyle. I really did miss you," she whispers. Then on her own, she lets go of the onesie, and allows it to fall to her feet. She stands dressed in nothing but an eyepatch. Even her gloves aren't present, showing the mark on the back of her hand. However, you're surprised to see her reaching up to take hold of the straps around her head. She slowly removes the patch, and opens her gaze to the symbol scribed right onto her eye.

"... Lynx," you say softly. "We would have been doomed without you. I'm so proud of you, and I'm glad you're all right. We all missed you, and we'll happy to have you back."

She lowers herself onto the corner of the bed. "I know I don't have a body quite like Nyllia, but--"

"Shh." The elf crawls over your body and places a finger against Lynx's lips. She then takes hold of her underarms, and pulls her body down to flatten your erection against her stomach. "You are both cute and sexy. Do not compare yourself to others."

Her long, black hair tickles your body as she looks up at the two of you. Then she realizes what's pushing against her. She lifts herself up slightly to glance down at your dick. Without even looking up again, she brings herself down to the base and playfully licks her tongue up the underside, all the way to the dip before wrapping her lips around the head. "Mmm," she moans. Then after pulling it back out, she finally looks to you once again. "If another person walks through that door, this time it'll be my ass in their face."

"You do have an amazing ass, Lynx," you say.