Chapter 52 Detail.

Chapter 52: 52 Detail.

"Me? What would I have to do with interdimensional timing errors?"

"You’re a portal beacon," Ayra explained, sitting up straighter with excitement causing her ears to perk forward. "Your presence clearly attracts dimensional energy, creating weak points between worlds. It’s an extraordinary phenomenon—I’ve never encountered a gift like it in all my studies."

"Some gift," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "More like a giant ’kick me’ sign if you ask me."

"Perhaps," Elsa acknowledged with a small, knowing smile. "But it led us directly to you. That peculiar quality is precisely why destiny guided us into your arms. The universe has plans for you, my champion. I suspect we were always meant to find you here, and that living the next twenty years as your bedmates and party members will make us the team we need to be in order to win."

"Destiny, huh?" I raised an eyebrow skeptically as my penis jerked under Ayra’s hand like a prize-winning bass shot with a taser. "That’s a pretty convenient explanation."

"The threads of fate rarely weave by accident," she replied in a solemn tone, letting her eyes flutter closed. She took in a deep breath, then let it out. "You were meant to be our final party member, our husband—the male who will help us do our part to breed the next generation of heroes."

"I’m sorry, what now?" I nearly choked on air for the second time that evening.

Ayra giggled at my reaction. Elsa, however, maintained her composure. She seemed very determined to make sure I knew that they were one hundred percent serious about that little tidbit.

"The cycle continues through the eons," Elsa explained with matter-of-fact precision. "Each Hero’s Party produces offspring to become the rulers of their prospective territories someday. A thousand years from now, our children’s children’s children wherever and whoever they are will be called upon as we were."

"Meaning," Ayra said, "that Elsa, Juniper, and I are extremely distant cousins, having descended from another party like this one some hundreds of years back. Seer Morvain had to vet us using the chrono crystals—this aspect is what determines our ability to unlock the System at all."

Elsa nodded simply, pressing her cheek against my shoulder.

"So I’m... what exactly? A magically appointed sperm donor?" My voice couldn’t possibly hide the incredulity bubbling up.

Elsa’s nose wrinkled in distaste. "Such a vulgar way to phrase it. You’re our champion, our mate, the one who completes our power—the one Ayra, Juniper, and I were always destined to love and cherish. The... breeding aspect simply forms part of the larger purpose."

"A very fun part," Ayra added with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows that set her ears bouncing.

I tried to wrap my head around this bombshell in a conversation full of bombshells. On one hand, discovering I’d been selected by mysterious forces for reproductive purposes definitely ranked high on the "what the fuck" scale. On the other hand... looking at the two impossibly beautiful women beside me, it wasn’t exactly the worst destiny a man could have thrust upon him.

Heh heh. Thrust.

"That’s... quite the revelation," I finally managed after gathering my thoughts.

"I hope this won’t change how you feel about us," Ayra said while shifting closer. She finally abandoned my positively turgid erection as her hand found mine. Her eyes—between amber and gold—flitted across my face, searching my expression for signs of how I felt.

"No," I said honestly, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "This is all a surprise, of course—but..." I looked between them, these impossible women who had crashed into my life like sexy little trucks, tearing apart my concept of a peaceful life and everything I thought I knew about it. "I’m too deeply involved to back out now, even if I wanted to. And I don’t, to be clear."

Their faces brightened like I’d just promised them both a lifetime supply of chocolate-covered orgasms. I almost laughed when their shoulders visibly dropped from ear-level back to their neutral position. But Elsa’s expression shifted to something more predatory, then, and I knew I was in trouble—horny trouble.

A hunger entered the girls’ eyes that made my breath catch. Elsa purred while sliding her slender hand along my thigh, "Speaking of being in deep, I think we’ve had enough serious conversation for one morning, don’t you?"

Ayra caught on immediately, and her tail began to wag with increasing severity until it became a golden-brown blur that whooshed the air throughout the room around us. "Much too serious," she agreed in a rasp. Her fingers traced intricate patterns on my chest that sent a buzz coursing through my nerves. "We should engage in... team-building activities."

"You two are insatiable," I noted, though my tone made it clear this observation contained zero complaints.

"We’ve barely begun to demonstrate our appetites for your bliss," Elsa murmured, her warm lips brushing against my ear and sending shivers down my spine. "Consider this advanced training for your role as the sire of my babies."

"And my puppies." That made me blink, but I was too horny to examine it too hard.

Their hands moved hungrily over me, slipping beneath what little clothing remained between them and my increasingly responsive body.

The television droned long-forgotten in the background as they exchanged knowing looks that implied plans—plans clearly discussed between themselves during moments I hadn’t been present for.

"Our champion deserves a proper reward for his valor in training today," Elsa cooed breathily as her nimble fingers worked deftly at my boxers.

"Mmm, yes," Ayra agreed. "I agree." Her tail was going fucking crazy at this point, and her ears folded back submissively. "A hero’s reward is in order."

Before I could formulate any coherent response, they had relieved me of my last piece of clothing.

They gasped when they saw my cock spring upward, like it was the first time either of them took in the sight of it.

"Such an eager boy," Elsa observed with a satisfied smirk, as her own undergarments joined mine on the floor.

The sight of her naked body never failed to take my breath away—perfect porcelain skin, amazing busty-petite curves, and those weirdly sexy pointed ears.

The dog-girl was next.

Ayra shed her minimal coverings with a flourish, revealing the soft, tan physique that contrasted so beautifully with Elsa’s paler complexion.

The tan lines were still present, making my mouth water as bronzed skin gave way to pale flesh, and that to pale, pink, pierced nipples.

The silver rings piercing those nipples caught the light coming in through the window, drawing my gaze like magnets.

"We’ve been discussing new ways to help you feel adored," Ayra admitted as a blush pinkened her cheeks. "In considerable detail."