Damian’s eyes slowly fluttered open.

The first thing that assaulted him was pleasure and the wet gagging sounds of someone greedily trying to swallow him whole.

His entire body jolted violently.

"What the fuck—"

Damian gasped sharply as his hands instinctively shot downward.

Hazel immediately pulled away before he could properly grab her hair and sat upright on the bed.

And Damian froze.

His eyes widened slowly at the breathtaking sight before him.

It was Hazel’s true form.

Her skin remained pale but beneath it lingered a faint crimson undertone that made her entire body seem warm and alive beneath the moonlight.

Her eyes resembled burning torches of whitish red flames, yet within those glowing flames rested deep crimson pupils staring at him nervously.

Long whitish red hair cascaded all the way down her back and onto the sheets while soft fox ears protruded from her hair and twitched faintly with embarrassment.

Behind her were seven massive tails swayed slowly. They were the same stunning whitish red color as her hair.

Her naked body looked unreal beneath the dim room lighting.

Hazel’s breasts were small enough to fit perfectly within his palms while her waist narrowed beautifully before widening again into thick rounded hips that pressed deeply against the sheets beneath her.

She looked dangerous, seductive and almost divine. And the scent radiating from her body was intoxicating beyond reason.

Damian could feel the strange hunger inside him returning immediately.

His throat tightened and his breathing deepened. For a brief moment his hand unconsciously began reaching toward her chest.

Buzz!

Damian instantly grabbed his own wrist midway and forcefully pulled it back down.

Hazel noticed the reaction immediately.

A deeper shade of red spread across her face while she shyly avoided his gaze.

"Hazel..."

Damian’s voice came out barely above a whisper. The air between them felt strangely heavy now.

Every second he stared at her only intensified the unnatural desire crawling through his body. His demonic heart pulsed slowly inside his chest.

"What is this?" Damian finally asked quietly.

Hazel hesitated briefly afterward.

Her tails curled slightly around her body while her glowing eyes lowered toward the sheets.

"Last night I came to invite you for dinner and I heard everything." Her voice softened nervously.

Damian blinked once as understanding slowly crossed his face. Hazel swallowed softly before forcing herself to continue.

"So I told Rachel and Ruby..."

Her fingers tightened slightly against the sheets.

"And we decided to fulfill your needs before someone else does it for us."

Damian stared at her silently afterward. Genuine surprise lingered across his face. He truly did not expect this. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

At least not now.

Damian actually planned for this eventually after the trial and stabilizing things. He planned to rebuild the fractured state of his relationship with his wives before attempting temporary ritual connections first.

He wanted to slowly rebuild trust and learn about each other properly. And maybe omeday a permanent connection will be made.

But doing this now... It felt strangely awkward. Especially because of how badly he wanted it.

Hazel quickly mistook his silence.

"I didn’t show you this form before because I thought it would scare you."

Her voice came out hurriedly.

She genuinely believed Damian’s hesitation came from them hiding ritual mating from him.

Damian slowly shook his head. He reached down calmly and pulled his trousers fully back up before staring at Hazel quietly.

Honestly, he understood her reasoning perfectly. If this was the form she revealed the very first day they met, back when he was still weak, confused and terrified of everything, he probably would have panicked completely.

She already frightened him enough while disguised in human form. Seeing this version of her back then might have completely shattered him mentally.

"That’s not important."

Damian shrugged lightly afterward and honestly he meant it. But before he could continue Hazel suddenly grabbed his shirt tightly.

Damian’s eyes widened slightly before she forcefully pulled him back down onto the bed. The soft mattress dipped beneath their weight.

Hazel immediately climbed atop him afterward. Her warm naked body pressed tightly against his chest while her tails wrapped around his legs instinctively.

Then she buried her face against his neck and gave him slow repeated kisses. Each one sent strange buzzing sensations surging violently through Damian’s entire body.

It felt like electricity spreading beneath his skin. Every nerve inside him awakened hungrily.

His fingers instinctively tightened against the sheets beneath him. Hazel’s soft voice brushed against his ear afterward.

"I came out first because I saw you first..."

Her cheeks glowed deeply red.

"So I should be the first one allowed to taste you."

The possessiveness hidden beneath her shy tone stunned Damian slightly.

Yet somehow instead of irritation he felt heat rising violently within his chest again.

He was a little to speak when Hazel pressed her lips against his. The kiss caught him completely off guard.

One moment he was about to speak, his lips parting to form words that would never come, and the next, Hazel had shifted from the hollow of his neck and pressed her mouth firmly against his.

Her lips were soft but insistent, tasting faintly of strawberry from the sweat that glistened on her skin. The suddenness of it sent a jolt through Damian’s system, and before he could think, his eyes fluttered shut instinctively.

But then something changed.

It started as a warmth, a gentle tingling that spread from where their lips met, traveling down his throat and into his chest like liquid fire.

Damian’s breath hitched against her mouth as the sensation grew, becoming something more than warmth. it was an energy that pulsed and flowed into his body with each passing second.

His muscles tensed involuntarily, trembling under her soft grip on his shoulders. The world around him seemed to blur at the edges, fading into irrelevance as the power within him built.

His cock, already achingly hard, stood rigid against her stomach, the tip slick with precum that beaded and rolled down its thick sides in lazy trails.

Each drop sent a shiver through his shaft, the sensitivity heightened by whatever ritual was taking hold. He could feel everything starting from the beat of his own heart, the pulse of her blood, the way her breath mingled with his as they remained locked in that deep, consuming kiss.