Reyna Voss strolls into the grand hall, hair damp from her bath, still rubbing sleep from her eyes. She's wearing a ridiculously soft tunic that definitely belongs to Torvax and has zero clue the entire realm is basically on fire.
People. Stop. Eating.
Spoons clatter. Plates drop. Sasha immediately kicks off a live recording.
Mo (cheeks full of jam toast):
"SHE LIVES!"
Veena (holding a mimosa):
"I KNEW YOU WERE SOMETHING DIVINE, YOU SHIMMERING ORACLE ASS BITCH!"
Nahlia (choking on fruit):
"I THOUGHT THAT VISION LAST NIGHT WAS JUST FROM THE OYSTERS."
Torvax (half out of his seat, growling):
"Everyone sit your asses down and stop gawking. She's ours."
Random contestant (mutters):
"If she starts levitating again I swear to the moons…"
Reyna blinks. "What the fuck did I miss?"
Sasha projects a full hologram of her glowing like a celestial disco ball with the caption,
📣 "ORACLE STATUS: CONFIRMED"
Rhiannan, wrapped in Elisha's shirt and sass, scrolls through her glowing wristband as her five sip coffee around her.
Kaleb:
"Why is Faenet calling Reyna the 'Oracle of Thirst'?"
Arwen:
"Because the post underneath is a slow mo video of her stretching. And she's got like 700 marriage proposals."
Liam (rubbing his temples):
"Someone made a GIF of her glowing mid vision and put '✨When your trauma turns divine✨' over it."
Sable:
"Twatwaffle's gonna go after her now, too. We need to lock her ass down."
Rhiannan (grinning into her mug):
"Already on it. Two more mates incoming. Let the holy bitch glow."
Sasha pings them with an alert:
"Faenet traffic up 300%. Tag: #OracleBooty trending in 6 realms."
Rhiannan smirks. "Reyna, welcome to the inner circle, baby. We're never gonna hear the end of this."
Rhiannan was already halfway through a buttery croissant and an aggressive debate with Kaleb about whether dragons could beat phoenixes in a wrestling match when Reyna entered the solar with Torvax and Nahlia flanking her like majestic elemental bodyguards.
Reyna (quietly, to Rhiannan):
"I had another vision… from her. She said I'm the Oracle of the Divine Thread. I'm supposed to help protect you. And that I'm getting two more mates."
Rhiannan blinked once, twice...and then her face broke into a wide, ecstatic grin as she reached out and smacked the table.
Rhiannan:
"Holy SHIT. That's amazing! You're the goddess's eyes, Reyna. And more mates? You're gonna need a bigger bed, babe."
Before Reyna could even respond, the castle shook. Like, very literally rumbled from the baseboards to the rafters. Silverware clattered. Toasts were dropped. Sasha blared warning lights across the ceiling.
Sasha (flatly):
"Warning: Aggressively horny infernal energy detected in the courtyard. Proceed with caution."
Nahlia:
"Oh no."
Torvax (growling):
"…Another one."
The morning sun hit his obsidian horns like a halo of hellfire.
Towering at 6'7" and oozing raw sin, the demon male stomped across the courtyard with smoke trailing behind every step. Dark crimson tattoos pulsed faintly across his muscled arms, and his glowing coal red eyes scanned the castle like a predator on a mission.
Stranger (roaring):
"WHERE IS MY FUCKING ORACLE?"
Training dummies spontaneously combusted. A hedge caught fire. One of the rebel recruits fainted.
Mo stood nearby sipping tea from a skull shaped mug, utterly unbothered.
Mo (grinning):
"Oooooh, hello, Daddy Doomsday. You must be here for Reyna. Right this way."
Stranger (snarling):
"Don't touch me."
Mo (cheerfully walking beside him anyway):
"Too late, sunshine. You smell like a thunderstorm in a sex dungeon."
The doors slammed open and the demon stalked in like wrath incarnate, eyes zeroing in on Reyna like a predator scenting his mate.
Stranger (low, hoarse):
"…You."
Reyna's fork clattered to her plate. Her whole body shivered like her soul had been grabbed by the throat, and kissed.
Torvax stood fast, Nahlia's magic coiling at her fingertips...but Reyna put a hand out.
Reyna (barely breathing):
"…He's one of mine."
Stranger (gruff, dangerous):
"Name's Veydran. I burned down half of Norgalor when I felt your soul call me. You're mine now, Oracle. All of you."
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💬 "Reyna's got THREE mates now and they're hotter than sin??"
💬 "I am so unwell. I need to sit down and/or be sacrificed."
💬 #DemonDaddy #OracleThreesome #BlessedBeTheChaos
Reyna barely made it ten steps before Veydran grabbed her wrist and yanked her into the nearest empty chamber like a man possessed. The door slammed shut behind them, hard enough to rattle the frame. His breath was ragged, his massive chest rising and falling like he'd just run through the seven layers of hell itself.
Veydran (low and guttural):
"I smelled you before I saw you. Saltwater and starlight. I thought I was hallucinating again."
Reyna's heart thudded in her chest like a war drum. She could feel the heat coming off him in waves. His power was a thick, crackling thing...electric and ancient and so, so deeply hers.
She stepped forward until they were nearly touching.
Reyna whispered softly,"You came through realms… for me?"
He growled. Actually growled.
Veydran responded,"Through fire. Through blood. Through fucking demons. I burned my way here."
Her breath caught as he reached up and cupped her cheek, callused fingers trembling with restraint. His other hand fisted at his side like he was one second away from losing every ounce of control.
Veydran said hoarsely,"I didn't think I deserved a mate. Let alone one like you. But the second I felt the bond? It was done. You're mine, Oracle. Forever."
She leaned into his touch, her lips brushing the inside of his wrist. His entire body shuddered.
Reyna said softly,"Then kiss me like you mean it."
He didn't hesitate.
Veydran crashed into her like a fucking storm lifting her effortlessly and slamming her against the wall. Their mouths collided in a kiss that was all fire and chaos, all tongue and teeth and desperate groans. He kissed like he fought, like it was the only thing that kept him breathing.
She gasped as he tore his shirt off with one hand, runes glowing bright along his chest, muscles flexing beneath obsidian-touched skin.
Reyna exclaimed breathlessly,"Gods, you're huge!"
Veydran responded with a voice like smoke.
"Everywhere, Oracle. And you're gonna feel all of it."
He dropped to his knees in front of her, claws dragging slowly up her thighs as he bit at the waistband of her pants and growled.
"Mine."
Reyna didn't even have time to breathe before Veydran lifted her like she weighed nothing...his infernal strength on full display as he pressed her to the wall. She moaned as his massive hand wrapped around her thigh, pulling it up around his waist.
"You smell like prophecy," he growled into her neck, voice like molten obsidian sliding over her skin. "You taste like divinity. And I want. Every. Inch."
His claws scraped gently along her ribs, sending shivers dancing across her skin. Runes across his chest flickered like dying embers reigniting...and with every pulse, she felt the bond tightening like a noose around her soul in the best way.
Reyna tugged his horns, daring him closer.
"Then take it, demon. Show me what hell's finest can do."
His chuckle was downright sinful.
"Oh, Oracle… you have no idea what you just unleashed."
In a blur, he spun and dropped her onto the plush bedding. His body covered hers, muscles tensing as he pinned her down with one arm and let the other explore. Fangs brushed her collarbone, not biting… yet. Just teasing. Torturing. His tongue followed, hot and slow and deliberate as he worshiped her like a creature starved.
"You're soft," he muttered against her breast, licking over the peak before sucking it hard enough to make her cry out. "Perfect. Divine. Mine."
She arched under him, nails raking down his back, catching on the edges of his wings. He snarled and pressed his hips against hers, his cock thick, hard, and very, very ready.
"You feel that?" he growled. "That's what you do to me, Reyna. I've never knelt for anyone. But I'll worship you until your voice is raw from screaming my name."
He slid lower, dragging his tongue down her belly like a trail of fire. When his mouth found her slick folds, he groaned like he'd tasted ambrosia.
"Sweet gods above and below," he breathed, "you're heaven and hell wrapped in one wet little miracle."
His tongue worked like magic, slow, deep, teasing swirls followed by sharp flicks, devouring her like she was the last salvation he'd ever know. Her hands tangled in his hair as she bucked against him, gasping his name.
When she came, he didn't stop.
Didn't let her come down.
He kept her climbing until she shattered again, sobbing with need and clutching at his shoulders like they were the only things holding her together.
And when he finally slid into her, huge, thick, a perfect stretch that had her gasping, he snarled against her throat,
"You'll never want another after this. You were made for me, Oracle. I'll carve it into your soul if I have to."
Every thrust was brutal and worshipful, every growl a promise.
He bit her shoulder, not to hurt, but to claim, a bond burning to life beneath their skin.
Their climax hit like a tidal wave from the underworld...runes flaring, breath ragged, the room pulsing with their magic.
When he finally collapsed beside her, pulling her into his massive arms, he kissed her forehead with surprising gentleness.
"You're mine, Reyna," he whispered, voice hoarse. "And now the fucking realms will burn if they try to take you."