Twenty-five years dissolved like champagne bubbles in the Voss-Reed dynasty, and the penthouse had grown into a vertical city of glass, gold, and whispered consent. Alex stood on the expanded sky-bridge that now connected the original tower to three new spires (one for each generation), watching the sunrise paint the Hudson in imperial purple. The coronet tattoo on his wrist had evolved into a living family tree: twelve original gems now orbited by a constellation of one hundred smaller stones, each pulsing for an heir who had reached adulthood. Some glowed dominant crimson, others submissive gold, many shifting between the two like breathing. Eternal Reign kept Alex and Damian forever thirty-five, skin smooth, eyes ancient with love.
Damian joined him, arms sliding around Alex's waist from behind, chin resting on his shoulder exactly as on coronation night. "They're ready, Emperor. The Choosing Ceremony begins at moonrise."
Below, the dynasty atrium bustled with preparation: heirs in their mid-twenties (Layla's firstborn Crown Prince Amir at the forefront) directing teams of younger siblings and cousins. Cradles had long been replaced by training suites, playrooms by consent academies, and dungeons by choice chambers where no one entered without a safeword carved into the doorframe itself.
**[Dynasty Era | Emperor: Alex Voss-Reed | Choosing Progress: 0/∞ SP]**
**[Active Perks: All Eternal + New Maturity Perks: Heir Choice (Lv1) – Adult heirs select dominant, submissive, switch, or fluid identities with full empire backing. Chain Ceremony (Lv1) – First adult collaring/kneeling is broadcast globally as a rite of passage.]**
Tie materialised on the bridge railing, wearing a graduation gown made of tiny crowns. "Coming-of-age kink-fest, Dad. Every chosen chain grants +10000 SP and reshapes a continent. Let them pick their own locks, or the empire risks rebellion of the heart."
The Choosing Ceremony commenced at moonrise in the grand atrium, now a cathedral of living light. One hundred heirs stood in a perfect circle, dressed in neutral white silk that shifted colour with their declared identity the moment they spoke. Parents and grandparents formed outer rings: Alex and Damian centred on the original throne, elevated but no longer towering (a deliberate choice to show equality in love).
Crown Prince Amir stepped forward first, Layla's son and the heir apparent. Twenty-five, tall like Damian, eyes Alex's storm-grey, body a blend of desert grace and office strength. He knelt (not to Alex, but to the circle itself).
"I choose switch," Amir declared, voice steady. "I will lead with the same hand that kneels when love demands it."
His silk robes flashed crimson, then gold, then crimson again, settling into a hypnotic swirl. Layla wept proud tears. Khalid's falcon blood and Alex's copy-room humility lived in perfect balance.
One by one, the heirs chose:
- Victoria's twins: one dominant (ice-blue flash), one submissive (warm gold), already planning a shared reign over bridal empires.
- Kyle's triplets: all switches, laughing as their robes strobed like office fluorescents.
- Hiroshi's quads: three dominant, one fluid, bowing deeply to honour both command and surrender.
- Lucius and Khalid's shared quintuplets: a perfect gradient from dominant to submissive, desert princes who would rule with open palms and willing knees.
- Raphael's sextuplets: high-rollers, all switches who flipped a platinum chip to decide who topped that night.
- Viktor's septuplets: vault-secure dominants guarding submissive hearts.
- Rupert's octuplets: headline dominants with tabloid-submissive partners.
- Elias's nonuplets: code-fluid, robes cycling through every colour in binary patterns.
- Lucien's decuplets: couture switches who designed their own harness-robes that reconfigured on command.
No one chose pure straight. No one chose pure anything. The dynasty had learned the empire's deepest lesson: identity is chosen, not assigned.
---[EXPLICIT]---
The Chain Ceremony began at the stroke of midnight, intimate yet broadcast softly to a world that had long since stopped clutching pearls. Each heir selected their first adult partner (some parents, some siblings, some cousins, all consensual and celebrated).
Amir approached Alex and Damian together. "Fathers. I choose you both for my first chaining. Teach me the balance."
Alex's breath caught. Damian's eyes shone.
They led Amir to the central dais, the original throne now a triune seat. Alex knelt first (Emperor yielding to son), taking Amir into his mouth with the same reverence once shown to Damian in the copy room. Damian entered Amir from behind, slow and guiding, whispering lessons of power and release. The circle watched in hushed awe as heir, emperor, and consort merged: Alex swallowing his son's future, Damian seeding it, Amir trembling between love and legacy.
Orgasms rippled outward like thrown pebbles. Victoria's dominant twin collared her submissive sibling on the ice cradle, ice-blue silk binding gold. Kyle's switches formed a three-way chain that flipped positions every minute. Hiroshi's fluid quad created a living knot of silk and skin. Khalid's gradient quintuplets formed a desert rainbow of dominance and devotion. The atrium became a breathing organism of chosen chains, moans harmonising with the city's distant sirens.
SP counter, long infinite, displayed an endless loop of hearts.
Amir came first between his fathers, seed accepted by Alex, body filled by Damian, identity sealed in balance. He rose collared in crimson-gold, coronet band now glowing adult-bright. "I am ready to rule beside you. And beneath you when the heart commands."
One by one, the heirs chained: some in pairs, some in trios, some in sprawling family tangles that would make old-world moralists faint and new-world citizens cheer. No shame. Only celebration.
Dawn found the atrium quiet, bodies curled in post-ceremony glow, new collars and harnesses glinting in first light. Alex, Damian, and Amir lay centred, their heads on Alex's chest, Damian's arm over both.
The world woke to gentle headlines: "VOSS-REED HEIRS CHOOSE LOVE IN ALL FORMS – EMPIRE EVOLVES AGAIN."
Years flowed forward in loving montage: heirs taking seats on expanded councils, some leading with iron collars, others with velvet knees, many switching daily. Marriages became chain ceremonies broadcast worldwide. Children of the heirs (great-grandchildren) were born into a world where consent was the only law.
One quiet evening, fifty years after the coronation, Alex and Damian walked the sky-bridge alone, city lights reflecting in eyes that had seen empires rise and fall into love.
Damian traced the living family tree tattoo, now with thousands of gems. "We thought we bent the world."
Alex smiled, pulling him close. "We freed it. And it chose to stay bent in the places that feel like home."
Far below, Amir (now co-emperor) stood on a lower balcony with his own consort and child, teaching the next generation the difference between a cage and a chosen chain.
The dynasty endured, not through force of conquest, but through the infinite strength of hearts that kneel only to love.
And in the original copy room, preserved as a museum behind glass, the sticky note still read: "Dream big."
They had.
They still do.
Forever.