The first light of dawn filtered softly into the room, casting a warm glow over the bed where Petne lay surrounded by his wives.
He felt a faint surge of satisfaction as he noticed the subtle energy radiating from each of them—a small but noticeable boost in their power, thanks to the exchange of his essence the night before. They slept soundly, a light flush on their faces, visibly rejuvenated by the night's indulgence.
Petne himself felt a faint shift, an almost subtle yet undeniable change in his own energy—a slight awakening in his incubus bloodline, his demonic heritage stirring within him. It was nothing major, just a whisper of newfound strength, but enough to make him curious.
He slipped carefully from the bed, making sure not to disturb anyone. As he stood, he cast a quick, satisfied glance at the peaceful forms of his wives, then stretched, feeling relaxed and ready for the day.
