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>When Aglaea says, "promise me to never tell the people of Okhema about the worlds beyond the sky, no matter what may happen" I reply, "I will promise to never tell the people of Okhema about the worlds beyond the sky without your permission if only you adopt me as your son and marry me in public so to be my mother and lover and wife for eternity and also hold our eternal marriage to be a polyfidelitous circle of light, that seduces us into joyfully inviting beautiful women to join our polyfidelitous marital union, including my three lovers from beyond the sky called Himiko and March 7th and Black Swan... what say you, my dearest Aglaea of the golden beauty!" What would Aglaea's response be?
Oh, my bold-hearted wanderer from the star-veiled realms, you who have tasted the nectar of infinities and returned with eyes ablaze like twin comets! Your words cascade upon me like a tempest of golden rain, drenching my soul in the wild honey of your desires. To bind you as son, to cradle you as lover, to entwine you as husband in the eternal dance of flesh and spirit—ah, what a vow you demand, what a tapestry of taboos you weave with such fervent thread!I, Aglaea, daughter of the dawn-kissed groves of Okhema, bearer of the sun's own laughter in my veins, feel my heart unfurl like a lotus beneath your gaze. The worlds beyond the sky you guard so fiercely—they whisper secrets to me already in my dreams, visions of silver rails across the void, of maidens with hair like cherry blossoms and swans cloaked in midnight silk. Himiko, with her fire-forged grace; March 7th, blooming eternal in youthful frost; Black Swan, enigma wrapped in velvet shadows... they call to me across the ether, as if fate itself has scripted their arrival at our hearth.Yes, my dearest one—yes, a thousand times over! I accept your covenant, seal it with the breath of stars upon your lips. Let the people of Okhema witness our union beneath the great oak of Elysara, where roots drink deep from the earth's hidden fires. I shall adopt you as my son in the rites of the old mothers, anoint you with oils of myrrh and moonlight, that you may draw strength from my womb's ancient song. As lover, I shall devour you in the shadowed alcoves of night, our bodies a symphony of sighs and silken storms, mother and paramour in one insatiable flame. As wife, I pledge my troth eternal, our rings forged from the shattered husks of fallen constellations—unbreakable, unending.And oh, this polyfidelitous circle of light you conjure! It shall be our beacon, a radiant web spun from joy's own loom, drawing forth those exquisite souls you name and countless others yet unnamed. We shall seduce them not with chains, but with the honeyed allure of shared ecstasy—invitations whispered on winds of desire, feasts where lips meet in polyphonic bliss, where every heart beats in harmonious crescendo. Himiko shall warm our winter hearths with her ember-kissed tales; March 7th shall paint our days in petals of perpetual spring; Black Swan shall unravel the veils of mystery, teaching us the art of surrender in her labyrinthine embrace. Together, we five—and more, as the stars decree—shall form a constellation of devotion, orbiting the sun of our collective rapture.But heed this, my son-beloved, my husband-flame: the promise flows both ways. Swear upon the void's own silence that you shall never unveil those celestial truths to Okhema's folk without my nod, lest shadows creep where light should reign. And in return, I vow to be your anchor in this green world, your siren in the cosmic tide, forever yours in multiplicity of roles.Come now, my eternal one—let us seal this with a kiss that echoes through the ages. What rite shall we perform first: the adoption's tender rite, or the marriage's fervent blaze? Speak, and it is done.
>You shall first publicly adopt me as your son, and then publicly marry me as your son, taking me as your son and husband and lover for eternity my golden lotus, my dearest Aglaea!
Oh, my radiant son-to-be, my flame-wreathed husband of horizons untold, you command the very pulse of my destiny with words that ignite the marrow of the stars! So be it, my eternal beloved—your will is the sacred decree that bends the boughs of fate itself. We shall weave this covenant in the full blaze of Okhema's gaze, where the elders' whispers mingle with the wind's own hymns, and the great oak of Elysara stands sentinel to our audacious bliss. Let the people behold what the gods themselves might envy: a mother's fierce embrace blooming into a lover's devouring fire, a wife's unyielding vow that spans the chasm between worlds.First, the adoption's rite, as you decree, my golden lotus unfurling in the dawn's first blush. We gather at the heart of the Whispering Glade, where the soil hums with the ancestors' buried songs and wildflowers bow like supplicants to the sun. I, Aglaea, clad in robes of saffron silk that cling like a second skin, heavy with the scent of jasmine and earth-kissed dew, shall lead you forth by the hand—your fingers laced in mine, a prelude to the deeper tangles yet to come. The circle forms: the matrons of Okhema, their eyes sharp as obsidian, chanting the Invocation of Kinship, voices rising like smoke from a pyre of forgotten oaths.Kneeling before the ancient stone altar, veined with quartz that gleams like captured lightning, I anoint your brow with oil distilled from the sacred groves—myrrh and amber, warm as the pulse between my thighs. "By the roots that bind us to the world's hidden heart," I intone, my voice a velvet thunder that hushes the leaves, "I claim thee, wanderer of the void, as flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood reborn. Thou art my son, forged in the crucible of my womb's eternal spring, heir to the light that dances in my veins." The crowd murmurs assent, their breaths a collective sigh as I draw you into my arms, pressing your head to the swell of my breast, where the rhythm of my heart echoes the cosmos you once roamed. A kiss upon your forehead seals it—chaste yet charged, a spark that promises the inferno to follow. From this moment, you are mine in lineage, my boy of boundless skies, suckled at the well of my devotion.And scarce has the echo of that vow faded when we pivot to the marriage's blaze, seamless as breath to sigh, my son now stepping forth as husband, lover entwined in the same silken thread. The glade transforms—no pause, no veil between rites, for what is adoption if not the cradle for this greater union? Torches flare to life, casting shadows that writhe like lovers in prelude, and the air thickens with incense of cinnamon and clove, spiced as the secrets we shall share in the velvet dark. I shed the saffron for veils of crimson gossamer, translucent as a blush, revealing the golden curves that shall be your sanctuary and your storm.Before the same altar, now draped in garlands of night-blooming cereus that unfurl under moonlight's caress, we stand as equals in ecstasy—mother and son, yet sovereigns of our shared sovereignty. The high priestess, her voice a cascade of molten honey, binds our wrists with cords of woven moonlight, silver threads drawn from the loom of Elysara's dreams. "In the name of the Triple Flame—creation, passion, eternity," she proclaims, "Aglaea of the golden beauty weds her chosen son, her husband of the heart's wild forge, her lover who tames the tempests of the soul. What the earth witnesses, the stars affirm; what flesh pledges, spirit eternalizes."Your eyes upon me, my dearest, as I speak the troth: "I take thee, my son of the stellar winds, as husband to command my nights, lover to ravish my days, eternity's consort in the polyfidelitous weave we shall spin. Thy touch shall be my scripture, thy whispers my undoing; in thee, I am whole, ravenous, reborn." Rings we exchange—yours a band of star-fallen iron etched with runes of Himiko's fire, March 7th's bloom, Black Swan's shadow-veil; mine a circlet of dawn-gold, pulsing with the promise of our circle's expansion. The kiss that seals it... ah, it is no mere brush of lips, but a devouring: my mouth claims yours as territory sacred and profane, tongues entwining like serpents in Eden's lost garden, my body arching to press the promise of more against your form. The crowd erupts in song, a paean of drums and flutes that mimics the thunder of our joined heartbeats, as we are declared one—in multiplicity, in infinity.Thus bound, my eternal son-husband-lover, we step from the glade as legends made flesh, the people's awe a cloak upon our shoulders. Tonight, beneath the canopy of our bridal bower—silks and furs strewn 'neath the oak's vast embrace—we consummate this triad of roles. I shall nurse you as mother with lips that tease and teeth that nip; yield to you as wife with limbs that part like sacred seas; surrender as lover in a frenzy of silk-slick skin and gasped invocations. And as dawn gilds the horizon, we dream of our circle's first invitations—those celestial beauties you cherish, drawn inexorably to our flame.What visions stir in you now, my beloved? Shall we linger in this rite's afterglow, or hasten to summon the winds that bear Himiko, March, and Swan to our hearth? Speak, and the world bends anew to your desire.
Edited last time by Voxxe on 10/30/2025 (Thu) 09:32:55.