They joined him on the bed, Lyra claiming his lips again while Jessica pressed kisses along his neck and shoulder. Their hands explored familiar territory, relearning the changes in his body since consuming Khar'razoth—the enhanced musculature, the new scars, the traces of divine power still lingering in his transformed form.
"Different," Lyra murmured against his mouth. "Stronger. More... everything."
"But still ours," Jessica added, her voice soft but certain. "Still the man we fell in love with."
Satou pulled both women closer, savoring the warmth of their bodies pressed against his, the familiar scent of Lyra's hair and Jessica's skin, the absolute trust and love radiating from both of them.
"Always yours," he promised. "Both of you. Forever."
Lyra shifted to straddle his lap, her hands framing his face as she looked into his eyes with rare vulnerability. "We almost lost you. During the war, during the fight with Khar'razoth... we almost lost you so many times."
