Reborn with Eyes of Fate-Chapter 26: Blanket Cuddling and Intimate Bonding

Lyria, never one for subtlety, practically tackled Evon from the side, wrapping her arms around his waist with a triumphant grin.

"You're *mine* today," she declared boldly, nuzzling against his side.

Veyra followed more gracefully, slipping in beside him with an elegant, casual movement.

She leaned her head lightly against his shoulder, her silver-blue hair spilling over him like a soft curtain.

Yena lingered shyly at the edges for a moment, clutching one of the fluffiest blankets against her chest.

Evon reached out a hand to her without hesitation.

"Come here, Yena," he said, voice low and warm.

She hesitated only a second longer before padding over, kneeling beside him.

The moment she touched him, Naia pulled her closer too, wrapping the blanket around both of them.

"There," Naia declared. "Now you're officially part of the cuddle huddle."

Yena giggled softly, her cheeks pink, but she nestled in against Evon with a content little sigh.

The warmth of all their bodies close together, the scent of their skins, their hair, the faint lingering traces of perfume and soap, it created a heady, dreamlike atmosphere.

It wasn't rushed.

It wasn't urgent.

It was slow.

Savoring.

Lyria curled up against Evon's left side, her hand idly tracing lazy circles against his chest, each touch burning hotter than the last.

Naia tucked herself against his right, her leg sliding over his, toes brushing teasingly along his calf under the blanket.

Veyra was pressed close behind him, her arms looped loosely around his waist, her breath tickling the back of his neck whenever she shifted.

Sythara, massive and graceful, shifted herself behind them all, draping a heavy, comforting wing partially over the pile, creating a cocoon of warmth and privacy.

Yena rested against Evon's chest, her fingers shyly curling into the fabric of his shirt, seeking silent reassurance.

Evon wrapped his arms around whoever he could reach — Naia, Yena, Lyria — and let out a deep, contented breath.

"This..." he murmured, voice rough, "is perfect."

Naia grinned wickedly up at him.

"Just wait until it gets *better.*"

Yena lifted her head, green eyes wide and innocent. "Better?"

"Oh, sweet summer girl," Lyria laughed, brushing Yena's hair back tenderly. "You have so much to learn."

Yena flushed, but she smiled too, her trust in them shining through.

There was no rush.

No need to push.

Instead, Evon simply held them closer, feeling their warmth, their breathing, their steady presence.

Veyra spoke softly behind him, her voice like cool silk.

"I never thought I'd find something like this. Something... worth everything."

"You deserve it," Evon murmured without hesitation.

"So do you," she said simply.

Sythara rumbled lowly, a soothing, affectionate sound.

"You all deserve this. Him. Each other."

For a long while, they simply existed together — arms tangled, legs overlapping, shifting slowly to get closer, warmer.

Naia began playing with the hem of Evon's shirt, sneaking small touches to the bare skin underneath.

Every so often, one of the girls would press a gentle kiss — to his cheek, his collarbone, his jaw — little sparks of devotion, worshipful and tender.

Lyria nipped playfully at his shoulder, leaving a faint red mark that she soothed with her tongue.

Evon chuckled, low and rumbling, causing Yena, who was nestled against his chest, to let out a soft squeak as she was jostled.

"Sorry, Yena," he said, kissing the top of her head.

"I don't mind," she whispered shyly, but her arms tightened around him slightly.

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Naia shifted, half-draped across Evon's lap now, grinning up at him upside down.

"You know," she drawled lazily, "we could just stay like this forever."

"I'm not opposed," Veyra said smoothly, her fingers ghosting along Evon's hip.

"Agreed," Sythara said from behind them, her wings tightening slightly to reinforce the nest of privacy around them.

Lyria smirked. "But we *could* make it more interesting."

Evon lifted an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? And how do you propose we do that?"

Lyria leaned up, nose brushing his.

"Use your imagination, hero."

Yena laughed softly, burying her face against his shoulder to hide her growing blush.

The tension in the air grew thicker — but still warm, playful, unhurried.

Veyra's voice purred into his ear. "We could... show Yena a few things. Help her... *adjust*."

Naia snickered. "Gently, of course. We're not monsters."

Evon laughed again, low and fond. "You *are* monsters. Beautiful, incredible monsters."

Lyria licked a slow stripe up his neck just to hear the way his breath hitched.

"You're stuck with us now," she whispered, voice heavy with promise.

Yena looked up at him, green eyes shining with emotion and something deeper — trust, devotion, and a growing need to belong completely.

"I want to be," she said simply.

Evon's heart nearly broke with how pure she was.

He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead.

"You're ours now, Yena. Just like we're yours."

The girls murmured their agreement, voices soft but fierce.

For a long, long time, they stayed wrapped together, exchanging touches, kisses, whispers, learning each other all over again.

Hands slid under clothes, lips found skin, the blanket nest grew even warmer, even thicker with the scent of them — love, desire, trust.

Yena's shy giggles turned to soft moans, her body melting between Naia and Lyria's playful encouragements.

Sythara's deep, comforting presence kept everyone grounded, safe, adored.

Veyra whispered wicked things into Evon's ear, her hands moving with a confidence that made his body shudder.

Naia teased, nipped, laughed against his throat.

Lyria claimed, worshipped, demanded.

Yena blossomed, opening herself to their love like a flower bathed in the morning sun.

And Evon...

Evon gave everything.

His heart, his body, his soul.

They moved together slowly, sweetly, reverently, a knot of arms and legs and whispered names, every breath a prayer, every kiss a vow.

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The night deepened.

Outside their residence, the stars had scattered across the heavens like a sea of glittering dust.

The silver moon hung low, bathing everything in a soft, pearlescent glow.

The balcony doors were open wide.

A cool breeze carried the scents of distant flowers, mingling with the lingering warmth from inside.

Evon sat back against the railing, his legs stretched out casually, a thin blanket tossed lazily across his lap.

His shirt was half-unbuttoned, his hair still damp from the lazy bath they'd shared earlier.

Around him, the girls slowly gathered, one by one.

Naia plopped down next to him first, stealing his arm and wrapping it possessively around her waist.

Sythara settled with elegant grace nearby, her wings loosely folded, her long legs crossed, her golden eyes reflecting the starlight.

Veyra leaned against one of the marble pillars, arms folded, her silver-blue hair gleaming like molten light under the moon.

Lyria dragged over a huge fur blanket, sprawling herself across it and patting the spot insistently until Yena, shy but smiling, finally came to sit beside her.

The air between them was easy.

Full.

Content.

Soft murmurs of laughter rose here and there, but mostly they just breathed together, existing in the gentle hum of being alive and loved.

Evon looked up at the stars.

"Feels like a dream," he said quietly.

Naia snuggled closer, resting her head against his shoulder.

"A good dream."

"The best," Lyria added, reaching out to intertwine her fingers with Yena's.

Veyra's gaze was thoughtful, distant.

"For a long time... I forgot dreams could be real."

Sythara's deep, velvet voice rumbled from her place beside them.

"They can be. When the right souls find each other."

There was a silence after that — not awkward, not strained.

Just full of meaning.

Yena broke it softly.

"I... never thought I'd find a family again," she whispered, her green eyes shimmering with emotion.

Evon turned, reaching out to take her hand in his.

"You have," he said simply.

"And we have you," Naia added fiercely, squeezing Yena's other hand.

Yena's lip trembled slightly, but she smiled through it, leaning into the touch.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Thank you for saving me. Thank you for... letting me stay."

Lyria chuckled and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

"Stay? You're stuck with us now, sweetheart."

Veyra cracked a rare smile.

"We don't let go of what's ours."

Sythara simply nodded once, solemn and powerful.

Evon smiled too, warm and wide.

"You're one of us, Yena. Always."

Yena tucked her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, looking small and delicate but somehow... stronger now.

They watched the stars together for a long time, breathing in the cool air, listening to the faint hum of the night insects in the distant gardens.

Naia was the first to break the comfortable silence again, her voice playful but with a sincere undertone.

"Hey, Evon?"

"Hmm?"

"Which one of us do you love the most?"

She grinned wickedly.

Evon laughed low in his throat, the sound vibrating warmly through Naia's body.

"You really want me to answer that?" he teased.

"Of course!" Lyria piped up immediately, sitting up straighter.

"I'm obviously the answer."

Veyra arched a brow. "Confident, aren't you?"

Sythara chuckled. "Childish."

Naia pouted, tugging on Evon's arm.

"Come on, be honest!"

Yena looked mortified.

"You don't have to answer if it's too hard—!"

Evon shook his head, smiling warmly at all of them.

"I can't," he said simply.

They blinked at him.

"I can't choose," he continued, voice soft but firm.

"Because I love each of you differently. Deeply. Completely."

He looked at Lyria.

"I love your fire. Your fierce heart. Your laughter."

He turned to Sythara.

"I love your strength. Your wisdom. Your protectiveness."

Then Veyra.

"I love your mind. Your spirit. Your endless grace."

Naia.

"I love your passion. Your wildness. Your loyalty."

And finally, Yena.

"And I love your light. Your hope. Your quiet, unshakable courage."

The girls stared at him, stunned into silence.

Evon shrugged a little, almost sheepishly.

"You're not pieces of a puzzle to pick apart. You're all part of the same dream for me."

Naia sniffled loudly, wiping her eyes dramatically.

"Ugh, you're so *perfect* sometimes it hurts."

Veyra turned away slightly, pretending to fix her hair to hide her emotion.

Sythara simply closed her eyes and smiled, the expression so tender it could break mountains.

Lyria launched herself at Evon, tackling him into the blanket pile with a yelp.

"You stupid, stupid, wonderful man," she growled against his neck.

Yena scooted closer timidly, reaching out to touch his hand again, a shy, radiant smile blooming across her face.

Evon pulled her into the pile too, laughing, wrapping both arms around Lyria and Yena.

Naia pounced next, followed quickly by Veyra and Sythara.

Soon they were all tangled together again, a warm, laughing, chaotic pile of bodies and blankets under the vast, endless sky.

And there, wrapped in the warmth of his companions, under the ancient light of the stars, Evon knew with a certainty so deep it shook him:

This was home.

Not the residence.

Not the island.

Not the world.

Them

They were his home.

And he was theirs.

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[A/N: I have felt so relaxed making this light and satisfying moments. Are you guys also feeling satisfied and relaxed witnessing their happy moments?]