Kyron looks over just in time for Tyzlevir to appear with his throne.

The throne of the King of the Gods is made of white marble. The arms are rounded and curled over on the outside, creating a little bit of a fancy armrest for it. A light pattern has been carved into the front of the arms of the throne, stretching from the center of the curl all the way down to the floor. It's the carving itself that gives them the appearance of being curled, rather than just carved solid. Small golden leaves stem off of those lines, giving them the appearance of branches or leafy vines.

Golden cushions on the seat and back provide comfort for the god, glimmering lightly in the light of the fire. Though those are plain apart from being made of what appears to be actual gold converted into fabric, more of the leafy vine design stretches up the sides of the throne, both on the outside of it and to the sides of the back cushion.

Instead of a straight top to the back of the throne, this one has a curved top to it. Set into the marble above the cushion is a golden emblem with seven crystals set into it. At the top-left of it is a reddish-orange fire crystal, and the top-right contains a brownish-grey earth crystal. The bottom-left contains a whitish-grey air crystal, while the bottom-left contains a bluish-green water crystal.

Set into the left-hand side of the crest is a pitch-black death crystal, and set into the right-hand side is a milk-white life crystal. In the very center of the crest is a purple arcane crystal larger than any of the others.

All of the crystals are connected by golden lines, some of which are straight, some of which are curved, creating the simple yet elegant crest of the King of the Gods. I know that there's a larger version of it on the back side of the throne as well, with more of the gold leafy vines around it and a relief carving of the King of the Gods himself.

More relief carvings are on the sides of the base of the seat. On each side, three of the other gods have been carved. The gods of fire, life, and air are on the left side, while the gods of water, death, and earth are on the right, in that order from front to back. As always, they are portrayed in the nude.

Vines connect the three gods on each side, tied around their wrists. Those are made of metal, and shift in material based on the god they're closest to, the color matching the crystal of that god. Where the vines stretch to the ground, they switch to gold. Each god also has a golden grown on them, three tiny magic crystals of their own type set into it, the center crystal one each crown just a little larger than the other two.

As for the god himself, Tyzlevir is seated on his thrown, arms resting on the armrests with his hands slightly relaxed as they hold them. He has golden-blond hair and purple eyes, and has a slight smile on his face. The King of the Gods is almost always amused by something, and right now doesn't appear to be any different. His body is lean but defined, just like Kyron's, his muscles clear but not large.

Just as with everyone on this world, his body is smooth, without any hair. I've heard of worlds where humans have hairy bodies, but don't know if those rumors are true or not. Tyzlevir refuses to tell me, too.

The King of the Gods is no different from the others and has appeared completely nude, though he does wear a trio of bracelets on his right wrist. One of them is a cord made of black threads that were woven together, purple diamonds spaced evenly around it. Another is a half-inch-wide band of black leather, golden runes on it. The third is a braided set of black cords, three golden beads spaced evenly around it.

As with all gods, Tyzlevir is rock-hard for his appearance. Just as he's only 5'9", making him an inch shorter than Kyron, his dick is also smaller, at only 8" in length and about 2" in thickness. Doesn't make him any less attractive to me, though. If it weren't for my relationship with Kyron, I'd definitely be asking him for some extra time once whatever he came here for is over.

I snuggle up against Kyron, who wraps his right arm around me as I lean my head against his shoulder.

"Hi, Tyzlevir," I greet the god.

"Hello, Caleb," his voice is filled with amusement. "Hello, Kyron. How are you two doing?"

"Quite well, if a bit confused," Kyron covers my mouth with his left before I can respond. "What brings this visit? Of all the gods, you-ack! Caleb! Stop licking my hand!"

It got him to pull his hand away from my mouth, though.

"Did you figure out what brought us back?" I ask.

"No," he answers. "I've been unable to discern the origin of your resurrection. When your souls vanished and the God of Death could not locate them, we assumed that perhaps your spell was more destructive than anticipated and had someone done what we thought was impossible. Even if something else happened, both option were a little concerning, but nothing urgent."

"But now that we're back," Kyron says. "It's extremely concerning."

"Yes," Tyzlevir responds. "Something outside of our view has acted. Reincarnation wouldn't have bothered us, as it simply meant your souls were wandering while invisible. Actual resurrection, and with destroyed bodies, suggests a degree of deliberate action."

"Which brings up the question of how many others this has happened to," Kyron says.

"None," I say.

"Let the god talk, Cay," Kyron says.

"He's right," Tyzlevir says. "The answer is none. At least, as far as we can tell. The God of Death and Adzamvi are currently looking into it, comparing the souls that have been born, those still alive, and those which have gone to the afterlife. So far, they've found none missing. That was with a quick comparison, and they're now going soul-by-soul in their lists to see. I'm investigating things on my end as well."

"Do you think it may have to do with-"

"Caleb," Tyzlevir's expression tells me not to continue. "No, I don't believe it does have to do with that, and remember that you shouldn't reveal such information to Kyron."

"What information?"

"Oh, right!" I make a sealing motion over my lips.

"It relates to the Truth," Tyzlevir tells him. "And I'd have been able to tell if that were the case, Caleb. It was not."

"Alright," I say. "So! Is that all you came here for?"

"No," Tyzlevir chuckles. "I actually came to answer your question about Rezovekk, though I knew you would be curious if I had any information about your resurrections."

"Ooh! An informative session!"

Tyzlevir laughs at my explanation, while Kyron just sighs but hugs me tighter.

Usually when the gods come down to talk with me, it's to tell me that it's a really bad idea to do something I'm about to do, or that it's a really bad idea to do it again or to keep doing it. That's why Ryzavin came to me the first time – to tell me not try to cause more volcanic eruptions or other natural disasters in the pursuit of gaining a Class.

That decreased in frequency after I met Kyron, though they still do come down about once every one to three months for that. On a rarer occasion, they'll pop in just to give me some random information. I only call it random because it's unrelated to my goals or research, so it doesn't really help me much.

Personally, I suspect the whole reason that Luzcavis sent Kyron my way was an attempt at finding a way to stop me from doing stuff without them having to come down every week or two. I also think they were overreacting, but nothing was that bad. The eruption didn't even kill any people, just frost titans! Kyron hasn't even affected what I do, anyway, so if that was their plan, it was an utter failure.

"Let me start by saying something unrelated to that," Tyzlevir says. "I can see by your expression what you're thinking. Tell me, when did you stop disliking Kyron?"

"When he stopped telling me not to do stuff, of course!" I answer. "That's when I decided to let him hang around instead of trying to lose him all the time. He was a pretty effective tracker."

No matter how well I thought I'd lost him, Kyron always managed to find me again. After I got annoyed enough by that, I started coming up with ways to kill him, but then he stopped pestering me, so I nixed those plans. That was a good idea, because he turned out to be a pretty great guy once he stopped telling me what to do.

"I didn't stop telling you how to do stuff," Kyron says. "I figured out how to word things to make you realize it was a bad idea to do that… or that something else was a better idea. All that happened was I became familiar enough to realize how to more effectively communicate with you."

"What?"

"Caleb," Tyzlevir says. "Since Kyron 'stopped pestering' you, has he ever convinced you not to do something that wouldn't result in a major issue?"

"No."

"Has he ever not convinced you to not do something that would result in a major issue?"

"No."

"Exactly," Tyzlevir says. "There are two things to think about here, Caleb. As Kyron tried to talk you out of things, he started to figure out that it would be easier if he focused only on things that would actually cause issues. He also figured out how to convey this more effectively to you than 'that's a bad idea, Caleb'."

I'm not sure if I should be annoyed or impressed, so I settle for impressed. A fourteen-year-old figured out how to talk a true mage out of doing stuff that interests them. Until now, I never realized that Kyron's been doing that, but I guess he has. Why, just a few months ago, I was going to see what happened if I tried compressing the magic from the monster cores of two different dragons into a one-inch sphere.

Kyron reminded me of the last time I compressed magic and it exploded spectacularly, and that was smaller monster cores. Then, he asked me how big I thought the explosion might be if I tried it with a single dragon's monster core, much less two of them.

I didn't see that as him talking me out of stuff, but I guess that counts.

I give Kyron a kiss.

"Also," Tyzlevir says. "It may have been Luzcavis who directed Kyron to your area – without actually telling him about you – but it was I who picked him out."

"It was?" Kyron asks. "At the time, Luzcavis had just suggested I go to the Fire Fields to put my skills to the test against a wider variety of fire monsters than I'd find in the Winter Forest, even with Dungeons."

"Yes," Tyzlevir nods. "I left it up to him how he did it, but I picked you out. I looked for someone who I could tell would eventually figure out how to communicate more efficiently to Caleb when he's doing something that's a bad idea. I also wanted someone who would stick to trying to stop him even before that happened. I also wanted someone who could become friends with him once he figured out how to communicate. Most importantly, I wanted it to be someone Caleb would eventually fall in love with, so that Caleb could eventually have love as well. You were one of three candidates I found, and the one I felt would be the best match for Caleb."

"I very much appreciate that," I snuggle against Kyron, which isn't easy to do considering how snuggled against him I already am. "He's the best husband I could have dreamed of."

"You're welcome," Tyzlevir responds. "And now about Rezovekk – I'm the one who told him about this continent."

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"You are?" I ask.

"Why?" Kyron asks.

"Because I already knew Caleb would run away," Tyzlevir answers. "And I knew that he would go to Rezovekk. I also knew that for Caleb to bloom into the mage he could truly be, the best place for him to come would be the Fire Fields here. I didn't quite predict how things would turn out, but I knew he would eventually return home. Seeking a friend and romantic match for him was a result of me realizing how bad of an idea it was to have Caleb unleashed. Should he have not been able to run away, either Rezovekk would have eaten him when he was twelve, or he'd have been rescued by his father within a few months, then kept under close watch. I didn't want that for him."

"So you gave him an opportunity to become what he could be," Kyron says. "Not realizing the much further consequences of that."

"Indeed," Tyzlevir nods. "My gift for predicting things is quite good, but it's simply calculations I do based on information I have, and not an actual gift of foresight. Had I known the consequences for those actions, I would have made different decisions. That said, everything has worked out in the end, and there's no point in regretting decisions from a thousand years ago."

"The part I love about this," Kyron tells me. "Is the fact that the King of the Gods is suggesting your spellsmith dad could kill a five-century-old lightning dragon."

"Before he was a spellsmith, my dad was a Master-Tier mage who fought like a warrior."

"…what?"

The shock on Kyron's face is amusing.

"He became a spellsmith in his retirement," I tell him. "After reaching two centuries of age."

"How were you even conceived?" Kyron exclaims.

"My dad fucked a woman in her vagina, and I was born eight months later."

I was born early.

"Caleb," Tyzlevir chuckles. "Don't forget that the more Mana someone has had in their body throughout their life, the lower their compatibility for reproduction is. If your father was a Master-Tier warrior who was two hundred years old, then he shouldn't have been capable of reproducing. He was a Master-Tier mage who was two hundred years old."

"Oh!" I say. "That. I dunno. I do know that he and Mom were at it every night. Made it hard to sleep sometimes."

"He was blessed by Adzamvi for a child," Tyzlevir explains. "Just one. And no, it didn't have any effect on the child himself, it simply allowed for the spellsmith to have one. Caleb would have been this way if he'd been born without the blessing."

"Alright," Kyron snorts. "Was telling us about how Rezovekk knew about this continent all you came here for?"

"Yes," Tyzlevir answers. "Well, and to also let you know that he's still alive, too."

"How?" I ask. "He should be at least three centuries too old to continue to support himself. The amount of food he'd need to consume and amount of Mana he'd need to absorb would be too much."

"You put the idea in his head," Tyzlevir tells me. "When you were ten. After your deaths, he decided to give it a try."

"Do you have any idea how many random ideas I told him?" I ask. "Too many for me to count or keep track of. Most of them were things I didn't have the patience to do. Still don't."

"Two thousand three hundred eighty-six."

"You actually counted?"

"I have a numbered list," Tyzlevir informs me. "I'm referring to increasing the ambient Mana in an area by careful cultivation of plants and using those for fertilizer to increase it in the soil, among other things. Another notable idea you gave him with that one was breeding animals that had high amounts of Mana in them. It would take many generations to improve their Mana quantity, but they would eventually be bursting with Mana. Your idea was more of a 'what would happen if we did this' sort of thing over a 'let's do this to fix things' thought, but it gave Rezovekk the idea to give it a try and see if it would help him live longer."

Now that Tyzlevir mentions it, I do actually remember that idea. I was curious what would happen if an area's ambient Mana levels were raised to a significant degree higher than the global norm – would it just spread out and effectively become irrelevant? Would it never happen? Would it result in odd mutations?

Then I thought, what would happen if we did that to animals. Not magical beasts, but normal animals like sheep and cows and chickens. Would they gain magical powers of their own? Or would they just have a lot of Mana for no reason?

I didn't think about how it could potentially benefit a dragon.

"And it worked?" I ask.

"Yes," Tyzlevir answers. "Though I've prevented other dragons from doing the same, as only one Ancient Elder Dragon is enough, and Rezovekk is kind enough."

I'm curious how he managed to do that, though. He is a dragon, after all. It's not like dragons can raise animals, and I doubt he could convince his choir to do so effectively – they are just children, after all. There's little chance he'd consistently get ones with enough intelligence and creativity to help with that over the decades it would take to do this.

"Also," he adds. "The universe tries to kill the others who do, but Rezovekk apparently didn't make waves that drew the universe's hostility."

"Anything powerful enough to kill a dragon would be devastating to the world," Kyron says.

"The event six hundred years ago!" I exclaim. "The one that seemingly reset things!"

"Yes," Tyzlevir nods. "That was the universe killing a dragon. Three, actually. The event passed over Rezovekk, which only reinforces the idea that he's safe from the universe's targeting for now."

"Okay," Kyron says. "Before you go, mind if I ask another question?"

"Go ahead," Tyzlevir answers.

"What was the deal with the haunted ship that showed up on this continent when we were ten?"

"As suspected, it's from the same continent Caleb is," Tyzlevir answers. "I won't say more than that. If I'm right about my predictions – and I'm fairly certain that I am – then the two of you will learn more about it within a year."

"Odd that we'd learn about it now," Kyron says. "But if you say we probably will, then I'll accept that."

"Hey, can-"

"No," Tyzlevir interrupts.

"I didn't even finish!"

"Because you were going to ask if you could have a sample of my blood," he snorts. "The answer is still 'no'."

"Not even dying can get me a sample."

"Indeed, not," Tyzlevir chuckles. "Now, unless there's anything else, I will be leaving."

"No," I answer. "Well, I have dozens of questions, but they're all things I think you'll refuse to answer. Or that I know you will, since you have before."

"Very well, then," Tyzlevir says. "Until next time."

He inclines his head to us, then he and his throne vanish. I let out a sigh once he's gone.

"If you had asked him," Kyron tells me. "He'd have more than likely been willing to have sex with you, Caleb."

"Well yeah," I say. "But I'm not single, I'm in a relationship with you."

Kyron opens his mouth to say something, then just snorts instead.

"Anyway," I pull his arm off of me. "I'm gonna go make that staff now."

"Cay," Kyron grabs my hand before I can let go of his arm. "You aren't the only horny one here, and you did say you'd be willing to just go a couple of rounds instead of all night."

I'm naked faster than he can get his vest off. Because of that, I end up waiting impatiently for him to undress, which I think he's doing just to tease me a little. I stood up to undress, and Kyron stands only after he pulls off his vest. He knows what I want to do first if I'm standing, and it requires him to be standing, too.

Just as I like to admire my husband's body, he likes to admire mine. Kyron makes no effort to hide that he's looking me over as he undresses. Most mages are more slender in build, as they don't usually move around a lot during battle, only moving if they need to.

Unlike them, I'm actually lean and slightly toned – though not to the point of having my muscles well-defined, like Kyron is. Though I do tend to stay put for some fights – especially if they're easier or I'm using magic items – I move around quite a lot in other fights. I also do know how to use a sword, though it's not my strong suit.

Kyron insisted on me learning at least some basics.

Just like him, my dick is well-above average. It's 7.75" in length and 2" in thickness, and I'm quite proud of it. I don't know how things are in this era, but in ours, a larger dick on a guy was seen as a sign of natural vitality and great fertility. Kyron's is even bigger, at 8.5" in length and 2.2" in thickness.

The moment he's naked, I grab his massive dick and pull him closer. I tilt my head up for a kiss as I slide my left hand around to his back, rubbing it as he tilts his head down to kiss me back, his hands resting on my sides. For about a minute, we just kiss as I play with his dick, rubbing it against my stomach as I jack if off a little. The height difference between us is enough that my own dick is poking between his legs, but I don't really mind that.

I move down a little bit, continuing to rub his dick against me as I start kissing, licking, sucking, and gently biting his nipples. Kyron moans and moves his right hand to the back of my head as he moves his left hand to his hip/ass, his head tilting back for a moment before he looks down at me.

Once I've spent sufficient time on this, I move down a bit more to kiss and lick his abs, rubbing his dick against my chest as I do. I don't spend very long there before finally dropping to my knees and taking Kyron's dick into my mouth, burying my nose against his crotch.

"Oh!" Kyron exclaims, clearly having not expected me to go right for that. "Mmh!"

I pull my head back and free his dick, then lick the underside of it from tip to base and back. I pull back Kyron's foreskin and lick the exposed head as I look up and meet his gaze. Kyron smiles at me a little, then I take just the first few inches into my mouth and bob my head back and forth for a little bit before taking it all the way in once more.

For a few minutes, I repeat this cycle with an occasional add of licking Kyron's balls or abs once more, then I can tell he's getting ready to cum. I pull his foreskin back and take just the head of his dick into my mouth, sucking on it as I move my tongue against its bottom.

"Oooh!" Kyron moans, the pressure of his hand on my head increasing a little as his hips move forward, pushing his dick a little bit further into my mouth. "Mnnh!"

Shot after shot of thick, hot, salty cum blasts into my mouth, and I swallow every drop of it as he cums. He makes enough that if I don't, it will cause me to choke, and that's not fun.

Once Kyron's climax finishes, I move my head forward, taking his dick all the way into my mouth. I pull back so just the tip is in, and repeat this a few times. After that, I rise and gently bite his right nipple, then pull on it a little bit.

"Mh," Kyron quietly moans as he slides his hands around my waist.

Then he shifts our bodies with a twist of his own, throwing us onto the furs with that motion. We land with him on his back and me on top of him, my face right in front of his. I'm not sure how Kyron's able to do that so perfectly, but I find it incredibly sexy that he can.

I give Kyron a kiss before turning around, taking his dick all the way into my mouth and beginning this again as he begins licking and sucking on my own dick, between having just the head in, just a couple of inches in, and the whole thing in. Kyron uses his hands to hold my ass, rub my ass, rub my sides, play with my balls, and stroke my dick.

This feels incredibly good, and I cum almost immediately. Kyron just swallows it and keeps going until my second orgasm, and I only stop sucking his dick when he stops doing the same to me and taps my ass a couple of times.

I turn around to face him once more, and Kyron hands me a glass bottle that has some sort of clear substance inside of it.

"How-"

"I may not be good at alchemy," he smiles. "But I've seen you make lube enough times to know your recipes. Fortunately, the camp alchemist is good enough to adapt it based on the materials that were available."

I take the jar and use earth magics to remove the cap (Kyron likely made this so that it'd remain sealed), then pour some of it onto a couple of fingers. It has a slight smell that's similar to mint, but not quite, and is pleasant. Kyron laughs when I lick up a little bit of it, and I'm not going to complain about the taste, it's pretty good.

Since this is a little bit more slick than I'm used to making, I pour some directly onto Kyron's dick, working it on as I do. Once his dick is nice and coated, I reseal the bottle and set it to the side, then lower myself onto Kyron's dick, guiding it into my ass.

"Unnnh!" I moan as I feel it stretching the inside of my ass. "Oooh!"

Kyron puts his hands on my sides as I lower myself down, and he holds me as I begin bouncing up and down, his dick sliding in my ass. I switch between maintaining eye contact with Kyron and having my head tilted upward a little as I enjoy the feeling of his dick in my ass, of how it's stretched it and how it stimulates it.

It takes Kyron awhile to cum, and I don't stop bouncing until he's finished. Then, I pull off of him and start kissing him, my dick rubbing against his more-slick one. After a minute of this, Kyron flips me over and gestures toward the bottle as he kneels between my legs. The top of the bottle removes itself and some of the oil flows out of it, slicking up his dick a little more.

I lift up my legs, and Kyron carefully guides his dick into my ass. Once the head of it is in, he slams it all the way in as fast and hard as he can, actually sliding my body back some.

"Oooh!" I moan.

Kyron bends down and kisses me as he moves my legs so that they're past his sides, his hands on my sides. I wrap my arms around him as he starts thrusting hard and fast, and I'm fairly certain the only reason I'm not repeatedly getting shoved back by it is because of his firm grip on my sides.

Kyron soon stops kissing me, moving his hands up to just-under my pits to hold me better as he lifts his body up some, though he doesn't change the speed of his thrusts at all. I start rubbing his stomach or playing with his nipples in addition to sometimes holding his abs. As he starts getting closer to cumming again, Kyron begins kissing me again, his body pressed against mine.

All of the stimulation in my ass so far, combined with the feeling of my dick rubbing against his stomach and mine now, finally brings me back over the edge. Cum shoots between us, adding a slight sticky feeling as Kyron's body lifts up and rubs down against mine as he continues to thrust. The extra tightness in my ass as I cum is enough to send Kyron over the edge again, though he doesn't begin until I'm already finishing.

"Mmmh," I moan softly as Kyron finishes, then I begin kissing him once more, our kiss having briefly stopped during our climaxes so we could stare into each other's eyes. "That was nice, Ky."

"Yeah," he kisses my neck. "But all I'm up for tonight."

"I figured," I wrap my arms around him. "I'll clean us up."

Kyron pulls his dick out of my ass and sits back on his legs, watching me with a slight smile of happiness and pleasure on his face. Flames then begin to lick around me, before flowing around me, even working their way under me. They flow over the furs as well as to Kyron. They pick up speed after a few seconds, quickly burning across us, yet neither of us feel any heat at all.

These flames burn only the sweat, cum, oil, and other such things, leaving us and the furs quite clean.

"Not going to lie," Kyron says as he gestures and the bottle's top returns to it. "I find it incredibly sexy when you do that, Caleb."

"I find every part of you sexy," I tell him.

"I know," he chuckles as he moves to lie down. "Move over, Cay."

I shift onto my side as I let him pull the top fur out from under me, and he lies behind me, pulling me against him as he drapes the fur over us. Kyron wraps an arm around me as I snuggle up against him, enjoying the feel of his body.

"Good night, Caleb."

"Night, Ky."