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Zahrya had only recently learned what these "condoms" were for so couldn't understand why the mortals would create something so vile. He wasn't surprised, they always needed guidance, but he was mortified all the same. "My passion is what will save them from their own ignorance. If they're only going to waste their seed, the least they could do is obtain a Bucket as I have." Honestly, he had no idea why others struggled so much to conceive. Half of the realm had been christened with his nectar from his many attempts by this point. It wasn't that difficult. "As a reborn fertility deity, it's my noble obligation to help all living things proliferate. Have you sought me out to be fertilized yourself?"

A breathy giggle falls from his lips, the situation amusing despite how insistent he had to be. Zahrya wasn't used to true diplomacy. Past experience dictated that in most cases, his whims were catered to due to his status. He was asking, but he was also insisting. On this matter, Zahrya would get his way for he had already decided on his vision for his court. "You have your priorities and I have mine. No rule forces those aims to exist in opposition. In fact, it's common in nature for various forces to dance around each other all at once. Each has its own unrelenting course until it clashes with another strong enough to deter it. But that is not chaos, it is harmony. Nature always prevails, beautifully diverse and everchanging." As he speaks, Zahrya interlocks his fingers, the warm glow of morning emanating from his palms to represent the zeal he feels towards his new future. "I want my court to be one fit for all creatures. Where. children, regardless of their heritage, can grow to their fullest potential. It'd make me so happy for you and your followers to feel at home beneath the Dawn skies, but that means being at home and participating in our ways. Children are the future, and what is more natural than the sex?"

"You mean you haven't figured it out?" It wasn't long now, he could feel his body's restlessness whenever Alastor drew near. But before it was time to bless Audulë with the first of its next generation, there was more Zahrya wanted to do. He couldn't allow his Court to view his condition as a handicap. "Until I've birthed our legions, you'll need interim forces to command. We're surrounded by potential changelings, can't you see them? I've been longing to share this gift with the mortal realm again," he confesses with a melodious giggle, slipping his arms around Alastor's neck. "While everyone plays, a most sumptuous feast shall be prepared for those enticed away."

Zahrya had no capacity for nomenclature or experimentation. He grew what Alastor described to him, and whatever else sprouted from his whims in the blood orchard. His garden was turned on him yet he never regretted his creation because it was the place Alastor's hands had dedicated so much attention to. "Nature is benevolent, but it's also cruel. If it weren't for you, I never would've acclimated to become the Chancellor I was born to be." Zahrya was complete because of Alastor. His manifest reflected the firey rage that dwelled in the depths of his soul just as Zahrya reflected the life-giving spark that still burned within Alastor's. Not even the Inferno could snuff it out which was part of why the dawn elve fell so hard and fast. "Without a sovereign to follow, it's just you and me. My court will be a monument to our legacy," he says around his soft nuzzling, visibly enamored by his partner. Zahrya had changed and continued to do so thanks to the seed planted within him. He was a mystery even to himself, but the journey didn't terrify him one bit because Alastor was by his side. "One war wasn't enough. I crave conflict now, only for the result. To see those who stand against me constricted by vines and those who stand against you set ablaze ... affliction is one of my favorite pleasures to experience with you. I've matured beyond frilly parties and flowers for spectacle's sake."

Zahrya understood that no one was as fertile as him. Children were a struggle to most from conception to birth, but Zahrya knew well that for all the strife they seemed to bring they also carried love with them. He could only relate to the love part, having the perfect children and partner to raise them with, but he'd gotten better with empathy. "So long as your heart remains open to light and love, you'll have your family. I promise you. Keep referencing the glee they'll bring and he'll come around," Zahrya says confidently, feeling like he has a firm understanding of Micah's sentiments. "With three beautifully potent offspring and more on the way, I am an expert on family matters too. There's a chance healing yours will encourage both of you to take the next steps."

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Having been raised in such an isolated, unique way, it's unsurprising how closely Zahrya clings to the concept of family. His own inspired him day in and day out, giving Zahrya hope for the future each time he looked into his children's eyes. All he wanted now was for all the elves to experience the same. "We have peace now, so we can all be so fortunate. What of you, Soranus? A life in service to all families except your own? It's not what I want for you. Now that you've returned, perhaps you can fall in love as I have."

"Love happens when you are not looking, so I have decided to leave it up to the Fates." There is a quick of her head, acknowledging that it is her duty as well, to have children. However, she does not see the appeal of single parenthood, and she is still working to get a handle of her duties, trying to erase Fen'harel's legacy. For now, children cannot be her priority, so she will leave it to her court to increase their population. "When it is time for me to have my own, I will come for you, but it will not be happening anytime soon, I believe."

Zahrya often forgets how silly the youth could be. What was more important than family? Legacy? These things kept their people moving forward amidst all the adversities the elves had faced, and it was the one area they were failing at. Couldn't the other Chancellors see? "The Dawn Court will decide when it's time. Stability matters most, and without a sovereign our noble obligation weighs even heavier. Times have changed and you must change with them, sweet Robin. I am the first and only Chancellor of my court, an honor no other can claim. Having served longer than you've been alive, you should heed my advice. Ensure your legacy before someone else claims it as their own. Sew your seeds and allow your roots to run deep in Audulë, sooner rather than later."

"I've mastered the sex and have no need to rehearse, but I do see the benefits of exploring your body thoroughly for the best results. We can spend extra time together and you can give your suggestions while we practice," Zahrya asserts with his airy giggle, a finger tracing alongside Alastor's jawline. He was no stranger to the sensations his body was currently going through. When he was expecting, Zahrya craved Alastor's attention even more than usual. Any opportunity for more intimacy would be one he leaped at. "Is that why you like poisons so much? The delayed gratification?" Being as demanding as he was, Zahrya lived off of instant satisfaction. But as exuberant as spring could be, nature took its time to cycle through. "Have I told you recently how wonderful I find your mind? Because I do. You never disappoint," Zahrya says, peppering Alastor's face with kisses. "Something to prepare their minds, something to prepare their bodies, and a show to demonstrate the natural beauty of procreation. No all that's left is to create a garden to punish the dissenters. Toxins and thorns and creatures that bite. Doesn't that sound fun?"

"Celebrations of love are natural. It's quite beautiful to see bodies exploding with pleasure as they fill each other. Watching other species conceive is so fascinating to me, so I'm positive it is normal to want to see true masters." However, Zahrya's become increasingly enraptured by the pleasure derived from acts that are meant to have him rewarded with his manifest bestowal, even for purposes unrelated to life creation. "Edging? Is that something you've tried?" On this question, Zahrya allows his tongue to push Alastor's memories, gleaning a poor understanding of the concept but a key component: time. It was not far off from a blooming desire he's had to take full advantage of Alastor's large, demonic form. If he had Alastor splayed out for him, he felt he could tantalize the demon endlessly and milk an ocean's worth of hot seed from his breeder dick. "Oh yes, I can certainly use you for that during a party. And what a grand party that would be. Perhaps serving a mixture of my nectar and your juice would increase everyone's fertility."

Soranus was such a welcome breath of fresh air. Everyone else took the process of childrearing so lightly, but for Zahrya there were few higher priorities. Dawn was the herald of nature, and as its Chancellor he understood that reproduction and survival existed hand in hand. "I sung so many times with suitable and unsuitable matches yet only had fortune once. I took Laer's to the bass and was blessed with a most splendid daughter, but Alastor's physical touch gave me so much more. They may not be elves, but they are miracles regardless."

"Oh yes, I am quite masterful at the sex. I get fertilized daily to make sure I optimize my chances. I even know how to collect seed with my mouth. I'm positive I could carry multiple clutches at once," he shares with a giggle, hoping that his words don't spark any sore of competitive inclination in Micah. After all, no matter how hard he tried with his boyfriend they would never be able to emulate Zahrya's fertility. "Oh yes, I think he would love a present! And specify how many children you want. Lovers find it incredibly romantic when you tell them how many children you want to plant in them," he says wistfully, swooning over his many morning memories of Alastor playfully guessing how many little eggs were sprouting within the Chancellor's rounded garden.