"We're not rushing," Lyra interrupted, her voice husky. "We've been dancing around this for weeks. Ever since Jessica and I both acknowledged we loved you. We've been waiting for the right moment, and now..." She nipped lightly at his earlobe. "Now we're done waiting."

Jessica's fingers began working at the fastenings of his shirt. "Is this okay?" she asked, her eyes searching his face for any sign of hesitation. "We want this, but only if you do too."

"I want this," Satou confirmed, his voice rough with emotion and desire. "I want you both. I've wanted this since—since everything became clear between us."

"Good," Lyra said with satisfaction. She moved around to face him again, and her hands joined Jessica's in removing his shirt. "Because we plan to make tonight memorable. To make you forget every worry, every danger, every close call."

The shirt came off, and Satou found himself being gently guided to stand. Jessica's fingers traced down to his torso.

Lyra's hands moved to his belt, working the fastenings with practiced efficiency. "We want to show you what you're fighting for. What you have waiting for you at home. So that no matter how dangerous things get, you'll remember this. Remember us. Remember why you need to survive."

Satou's hands found Lyra's waist, pulling her closer. "I always remember. You two are the first thing I think of when things get difficult. The reason I push through impossible odds."

"We know," Lyra said, but her voice had softened. "But knowing it intellectually and feeling it viscerally are different things. Tonight, we want you to feel it."

Jessica's hands moved to her own clothing, beginning to remove her dress with a mixture of nervousness and determination. "We've both been thinking about this. Planning it, even. Making sure we were ready. Making sure this would be perfect for all of us."

"You've been planning?" Satou asked, surprised and oddly touched.

"Of course we have," Lyra replied, her own hands moving to the fastenings of her robes. "Did you think we'd just stumble into this without discussion? Jessica and I have talked about this extensively. About what we want. About how to make sure everyone's comfortable. About how this works with three people."

"Lyra made diagrams," Jessica added with a slight laugh. "Because of course she did."

"They were organizational charts, not diagrams," Lyra corrected, but there was amusement in her voice. "And they were helpful. Clear communication about expectations and boundaries is important in any relationship, but especially in polyamorous ones."

Satou couldn't help but laugh, the sound mixing affection and desire. "Only you would approach intimacy with organizational charts."

"Someone has to be organized," Lyra replied primly, then let her robes fall away, revealing the soft chemise underneath. "Otherwise, things get messy and confusing and someone's feelings get hurt."

Jessica's dress joined the growing pile of discarded clothing. She stood in her undergarments, looking nervous but determined. "We want this to be good for all of us. Not just physically, but emotionally. We want you to know how loved you are. How cherished."

The three of them stood there for a moment, partially undressed, the air between them electric with anticipation and affection. Then Lyra reached out, taking both Satou's hand and Jessica's, linking the three of them together.

"This is us," she said softly. "The three of us, together. Equal partners. Equal love. No one is more important or less important. We're building something together."

"Something real," Jessica added. "Something that lasts. Something worth protecting."

Satou looked between them—at Lyra with her brilliant mind and fierce determination, at Jessica with her gentle heart and quiet strength—and felt overwhelming gratitude that these two incredible women had chosen him.

"I love you both," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "More than I can properly express. You're my home. My anchor. My reason for fighting."

"And you're ours," Lyra replied, stepping closer until their bodies were nearly touching. "Our leader. Our partner. Our love."

Jessica moved to press against his other side, creating warmth between the three of them. "We almost lost you, and we're not going to waste any more time being cautious or waiting for the perfect moment. This is the perfect moment. Here. Now. The three of us, together."

Lyra's lips found his again, and this time the kiss was slower, deeper, savoring rather than desperate. When she pulled back, Jessica took her turn, her kiss just as thorough but carrying different flavors—where Lyra tasted like determination and passion, Jessica tasted like devotion and tenderness.

"Come," Lyra said, taking his hand and leading him toward the bed. "Let us show you how much you mean to us. Let us remind you what you're coming home to. Let us love you the way you deserve."

Jessica followed, her hand finding his other one, the three of them moving together toward the bed that suddenly represented so much more than just furniture. It represented their commitment. Their connection. The physical manifestation of emotions too complex to be easily expressed in words.

As they reached the bed, Satou turned to face both women fully. "Are you both absolutely sure? We can take our time. There's no rush—"

"We're sure," both women said in unison, then laughed at the synchronization.

"We've been sure for weeks," Lyra continued. "We've just been waiting for you to be ready. To feel stable in our relationship. To know this was something you wanted with both of us."

"I've wanted this since the night of our date," Jessica admitted, her cheeks flushing. "But I didn't want to push. Didn't want to assume. Didn't want to make things complicated."

"But things are already complicated," Lyra pointed out with a slight smile. "You're a provisional demon lord with two partners and now potentially a third. You've fought heroes and marked other demon lords. Complicated is our normal. We might as well embrace it."

Satou laughed, pulling both women into an embrace. "You're right. Complicated is our normal. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Lyra's hands slid up his bare chest, feeling the muscles there, the warmth of his skin, the steady beating of his heart. "Then stop overthinking and let us show you how much we love you."

Jessica's lips found the spot where his neck met his shoulder, placing soft kisses there that made him shiver. "We want to make you feel safe. Loved. Cherished. After everything you've been through, you deserve that."

"I already feel all of those things," Satou said softly. "Every day with you both makes me feel that way."

"Good," Lyra replied, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his remaining clothing. "Then let us show you how much more intense those feelings can get."

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