Ayame stepped forward, her voice gentle and reverent. "Welcome, guardian spirit of our home. We are honored by your presence."
The dragon inclined its head slightly, acknowledging her words. It then turned its gaze to Blake, studying him intently.
After a moment, it spoke in a melodious, gender-neutral voice that seemed to resonate within their very souls.
"Greetings, Master Blake and Lady Ayame. I am the spirit of this mansion, awakened to serve and protect you. My existence is tied to the essence of this home, and I shall ensure your safety and well-being within these walls."
Blake felt a surge of emotion, a mix of gratitude and awe. "Thank you, guardian. We are grateful for your protection."
The dragon nodded, its wings fluttering gently. "The mansion sensed your bond and your unwavering commitment to each other. It was this harmony that awakened me. Together, we shall create a sanctuary, a place where your love and peace prevail."
With that, the dragon settled onto a nearby pedestal, its eyes half-closed in a state of serene vigilance. The glow around it dimmed to a soft radiance, casting a tranquil light over the room.
Blake and Ayame stood side by side, their hearts swelling with pride and joy. They had not only each other but also the guardianship of the mansion spirit.
This was their home, a place where they could build their future together, protected by the ancient magic that had blessed their union.
As the night deepened, Blake and Ayame headed to the master bedroom together, feeling an unbreakable bond with their new home and its guardian.
The awakening of the mansion's spirit marked the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, filled with promise and the assurance that they would always be watched over.
To awaken a house or mansion spirit, certain conditions had to be met.
Firstly, the bond between the inhabitants had to be strong and harmonious, as the spirit was drawn to genuine love and commitment.
Alternatively, harboring great hatred and resentment could also attract spirits, but those would be evil spirits haunting a mansion rather than protective ones.
Although Ayame and Blake were newlyweds, their bond and love for each other were very strong and intense since they both genuinely loved and would die for each other's sake.
Secondly, the house had to possess a rich history and an aura of mysticism, which provided the necessary energy for the spirit's manifestation.
The presence of the Tengu race's long heritage and supernatural attributes had fulfilled such conditions.
Finally, the awakening often coincided with a significant event, such as the marriage or union of the inhabitants, which catalyzed the spirit's emergence.
With Ayame by his side and the mansion spirit to protect them, Blake felt an unwavering determination to cherish and defend their sanctuary.
With that in mind, Blake arrived inside the master bedroom with Ayame.
They both changed into their pajamas, ready to unwind from the day's events.
Blake wore a simple set of navy-blue pajamas that highlighted his lean, muscular build. The soft fabric provided a sense of comfort and relaxation, contrasting with the intensity of the day's experiences.
Ayame, on the other hand, slipped into a delicate silk nightgown that accentuated her graceful figure. The pale, shimmering material flowed elegantly around her, making her look ethereal even in repose.
As they lay on the bed, the room's gentle lighting cast a warm glow over them. Blake pulled Ayame close, feeling her warmth against his body.
Ayame's silver hair spread out like a halo on the pillow, and her crimson eyes softened as she gazed at him with a mixture of love and contentment, "I love you, darling."
Blake responded with love, "I love you too, my queen."
They intertwined their fingers, sharing a moment of silent understanding and connection. The events of the day had brought them even closer, solidifying their bond.
Blake gently stroked Ayame's hair, marveling at its silky texture, while Ayame rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
The tranquility of the room enveloped them, creating a sanctuary where they could truly be themselves. The weight of their responsibilities faded away, leaving only the pure, unspoken promise of love and support.
While caressing Ayame's silky silver hair with his finger and letting her rest on his chest, Blake sighed, "A lot has happened today that makes me doubt whether I'm dreaming or not."
Hearing Blake's sigh, which carried a hint of disbelief, Ayame smiled sweetly and reached out to his face, kissing him softly on the lips.
Feeling Ayame's gentle lips on his, Blake sank into the blissful moment, responding by wrapping his arms around her. His hands not only embraced her back but also brushed against her black feathered wings, causing Ayame's eyes to widen and blush to spread across her cheeks.
Ayame's Tengu wings were quite sensitive. Female Tengus like her wouldn't let others touch their wings since it was the same as touching other sensitive parts of her body, though not as severe.
Just as she wouldn't let any other man touch her lips, female Tengus reserved the intimate act of wing-touching exclusively for their husbands.
As Blake touched Ayame's black feathered wings, which were as smooth as silk, he felt a surge of tenderness and connection. The wings twitched slightly under his touch, proving just how sensitive they were.
Nevertheless, Ayame didn't stop kissing him as she lay on top of his chest.
After they kissed each other for several minutes, Ayame let go as she teased, "How about that~? Does that feel real enough, darling~~?"
In response, Blake looked up at Ayame. Her silver hair cascaded like a hundred thousand silk threads, shimmering in the soft light.
Her crimson-red eyes, filled with intense love, glowed like twin blood moons in the night sky.
The pair of black wings behind her enveloped him, casting a shadow that felt like a protective embrace from the darkness itself.
Confronted with such a fantasy-like scene, Blake shook his head and smiled, "No, you felt too dreamy to be real. But no matter what, even if this is a dream, it's something I don't want to wake up from."