The war-room had drowned.
At 07:00 the map table cracked down the middle and became a hot-spring the size of a cathedral.
Steam rose in gold spirals.
Paper dragons circled overhead like lazy kites.
Baby Leviathans—now the size of house-cats—paddled in figure-eights, blowing vanilla-scented bubbles.
Arya floated at the centre, wings half-submerged, gold butterfly crown now a tiara of living foam.
Alexander's Tier-9 storm-runes glowed cobalt beneath the water, sending tiny lightning bolts across the surface.
Cassia's ember-rose belly bobbed like a buoy.
Liora's diamond snowflakes melted into warm rain.
Sable's bronze wings dripped liquid shadow that turned the water bronze where it touched.
Jonathan knelt on the marble rim, halo-less, eyes wide, hands folded like a schoolboy waiting for detention.
Anthony Felix stood on a floating tray, passing out vanilla-latte bath bombs that fizzed into tiny phoenixes.
SYSTEM (velvet voice, inside every skull):
"Emergency council session: activated.
Agenda:
1. Jonathan's probation.
2. Baby Leviathan potty-training.
3. Moon adoption papers.
Quorum: one orgasm per vote.
Motion to begin?"
Arya raised one wet hand.
"Motion carried."
The water boiled.
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Agenda Item 1: Jonathan's Probation
Sable floated forward.
She kissed Jonathan's forehead—soft, deliberate, tasting of library dust and second chances.
"First quest," she said.
"Read the entire forbidden erotica section aloud to the baby Leviathans.
No skipping the dragon-tongue scenes."
Jonathan's blush could have powered a city.
He opened the first book—Dragon Bondage for Beginners—and began:
"Chapter One: How to Tie a Knot with Your Tongue…"
The Leviathans purred.
Every filthy syllable granted +1 redemption point.
Every blush granted +2.
SYSTEM:
"Redemption counter: 7 / 1,000.
Side effect: Jonathan now glows when embarrassed.
Spoiler: always."
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Agenda Item 2: Baby Leviathan Potty-Training
Cassia lifted one purring Leviathan—now wearing a tiny diaper of ember-rose silk.
"House rule," she declared.
"No moon-fetching until you poop in the designated volcano."
She kissed the dragon's snout.
The diaper caught fire.
A perfect sphere of dragon-poop lava rolled into the volcano, cooled into a ruby the size of a heart.
The volcano burped confetti.
SYSTEM:
"Potty success: 1 / 3.
Reward: ruby grants +5 levels to whoever wears it as a butt plug.
Volunteers?"
Liora raised one icy hand.
The atrium roared.
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Agenda Item 3: Moon Adoption Papers
Alexander floated to the centre.
He kissed the water.
A scroll of living storm-cloud unfurled, revealing lunar custody forms.
"Petitioner: Obsidian Wing Harem.
Pet: Moon (age 4.5 billion, likes long walks on the dark side).
Co-parent: Choir children (legal guardians of lullabies)."
The Choir floated down, six tiny mouths kissing the scroll.
The moon blushed crimson and waggled like a puppy.
SYSTEM:
"Adoption approved.
Side effect: full moons now trigger continent-wide make-out sessions.
Next one: tomorrow night.
Stock up on lip balm."
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Emergency Motion: Harem Council Charter
Arya stood on a floating lily pad of gold foam.
She kissed the air.
A crown of seven butterflies—gold, cobalt, ember, diamond, bronze, shadow, and one tiny storm—detonated into a living charter:
OBSIDIAN WING COUNCIL
Seven seats.
Seven safewords.
Seven orgasms to pass any law.
Jealousy: banished.
Love: mandatory.
Gravity: negotiable.
Each member kissed the charter.
The water exploded into seven fountains that froze mid-air, becoming thrones of living light.
- Arya: gold, winged, Alpha.
- Alexander: cobalt, storm-crowned.
- Cassia: ember-rose, pregnant glow.
- Liora: diamond, frost-kissed.
- Sable: bronze, shadow-dancer.
- Jonathan: halo-less, probation pink.
- Anthony: vanilla-latte, official snack-bearer.
The thrones linked into a floating round table that rocked gently above the spring.
SYSTEM:
"Council chartered.
Reward: permanent zero-gravity war-room.
Side effect: every motion passed causes a wardrobe malfunction.
Current malfunction: 7 / 7.
Clothing officially retired."
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The First Law
Cassia raised one hand.
"Motion: Jonathan earns full membership by surviving one night in the BDSM dungeon—blindfolded, reading erotica to the Leviathans while we take turns."
Jonathan's blush reached nuclear.
Seconded by Liora.
Thirded by Sable.
Carried by orgasm.
The dungeon materialised beneath the spring—zero-gravity, chains of warm water, mirrors that only showed forgiven sins.
Jonathan floated inside, book trembling.
The harem followed, wings dripping.
The Leviathans purred.
The moon peeked through the ceiling, blushing.
SYSTEM:
"Motion passed.
Redemption counter: 207 / 1,000.
Side effect: Jonathan's glow now synced to harem heartbeats.
Current BPM: 180 and climbing."
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The Dawn After
They woke tangled in the dungeon hammock, wings draped like blankets, baby Leviathans snoring on their chests.
The new constellation—THE COUNCIL—burned above: eight lovers, eternal.
Jonathan's probation bracelet had turned gold at the edges.
Cassia's ember-rose belly glowed softly.
Liora's diamond snowflakes had melted into warm rain.
Alexander's Tier-9 crown nested in Arya's hair, purring.
Sable's bronze wings dripped liquid shadow that spelled FAMILY across the water.
Anthony passed out fresh lattes.
SYSTEM:
"First council session: 100% success.
Reward: +35 levels for every participant.
Current tally—Arya 248, Alexander Tier-9 (225), Cassia 226, Liora 229, Sable 211, Jonathan 185 (probation).
Everyone else +35.
P.S. The moon just sent a thank-you card in the form of a meteor shower of edible glitter."
Arya traced the new constellation above (eight lovers, eternal).
She smiled (slow, sharp, eternal).
"Jonathan just earned his first page," she said.
Jonathan laughed—small, cracked, human.
"Next chapter," he whispered, "I learn how to write we."
Far away, the void trembled.
A new beast—Tier-11, unborn, jealous—peeked through the cracks.
But for now, the dungeon was warm, the hammock was soft, and eight lovers with brand-new thrones learned how to fall upward into a future that hadn't been written yet.
The war had learned a new government.
And its first decree was:
Love wins.
Now, next motion—who's on top?