By the end of it all, Erik was lounging on the throne, finally feeling the beginnings of exhaustion set in. A satisfied smile graced his lips, matching the ones his wives carried.
Astrid and Emily sat on either side of the throne, leaning against it comfortably. Elora was small again, stretched out on Erik's shoulder. Finally, a still-dazed Naeku was sitting on Erik's lap, her lolling head resting against his shoulder.
They were all still naked, but some quick applications of either aetherium or runic energy had already wiped out any remaining fluids. Both Emily and Naeku still wore their cat-tails, however…
Erik gently caressed Naeku's cheek, but glanced at Emily with a proud smile. "You've made great progress with your enslavement spell, little shadow. An enslavement where the target doesn't appear so robotic is useful… But we should talk about it later. I think it's about time you release Naeku, don't you?"
