Julius surfaced from sleep gradually, consciousness dawning before his eyes opened. The first sensation was a gentle warmth and the delicate weight of bodies entwined with his. He opened his eyes. His view was obscured by silver hair, and his field of vision was filled with perfect curves: pearlescent buttocks pressed against his side, a perfectly shaped breast within reach of his hand, an elegant neck nestled against his shoulder. A soft tangle of limbs and calm breaths.
With a single movement to extricate himself, the four women stirred simultaneously. Their eyes opened, clear and aware, without a trace of drowsiness. Their bodies, forged to be weapons, possessed a perfect grace and muscular awareness. They moved with silent fluidity, sitting up, their movements highlighting the super-soldier power concealed beneath their flawless skin.
Julius rose and walked into the adjoining bathroom, an immense room finished in gleaming marble and metal, with a pool of hot water large enough for ten. He stepped in, the scented water enveloping his weariness. Almost immediately, they followed him.
As they began to wash him, their expert, gentle hands moving over his aching muscles, Julius couldn't help but contemplate their perfect forms in the soft light. Water streamed over their curves, and despite the relaxation, his body responded again, his member stiffening vigorously.
He gently caught the hand of the nearest woman, the one whose gaze held a particular intensity, a calm but deep flame. She held his gaze unblinkingly as he drew her against him in the water. Their bodies met, and soon the room was filled only with the sound of disturbed water and the woman's muffled moans. These sounds, rare and precious, were a delicious music to Julius, proof of life and sensation within their usual silence.
The other three women watched, their calm eyes betraying a keen interest and shared pleasure, an empathic connection through the bond that united them all. When the first woman's orgasm shook her, Julius, looking her straight in the eyes, declared, "You shall be named Séverine."
A smile, slow and radiant, illuminated her face. She inclined her head slightly before rising, water dripping from her body.
The ritual repeated. He took the second woman from behind, his hands on her hips, their bodies moving in an aquatic dance until another silent cry marked her pleasure. "You, shall be Lucilla," he said.
The third, after an equally passionate union, received the name Sera.
And the last, whose embrace was both tender and fierce, became Cassia.
Once named, a new identity seemed to animate them. Julius stepped out of the pool and, extending his hand, he called the lightsabers. The four metallic cylinders lifted from the table and flew into his palm. He handed them out, one by one.
"You are no longer Sisters of Silence," he announced, his voice filled with solemnity. "You are my Pillars."
They took the weapons with respectful gravity. In a synchronized movement, they pressed the activation buttons.
Vshooom!
Four blades of dazzling silver erupted, illuminating the room with their pure, cold light. The silver reflection danced in their determined eyes and on their wet bodies. They looked at the blades, then turned their gaze back to Julius, a deep respect and absolute loyalty burning in their pupils. They were no longer just his guards or his lovers. They were his Pillars, the founders of a new order, armed with silver sabers and a silence more eloquent than any oath.