Camilla's clones shimmered, merging back into one as the rest of her duplicates vanished in a soft flash of light. She held up her hands in a calming gesture.
"Whoa, calm down, Kafka." She said soothingly. "It's not what you think. She's not actually being devoured. She's just in the bedroom right now and her wish was—"
But Camilla didn't even get to finish.
Kafka was already gone.
He bolted through the hallway like a man possessed, his footsteps echoing down the marble floor.
"Mom!" He shouted, panic lacing his voice. "Where are you?!"
He reached the door to her room and grabbed the handle, only to freeze as strange noises drifted from inside.
"Ah, no, don't, please lick me there!" Came Abigaille's breathless voice. "It tickles! No, you too, stop it, you can't go in there, that's a private place! H-Hey! Oh, you're snuggling there as well? Come on, you really can't leave me alone, can you? Ah, stop biting me there, please don't bite me, it tickles so much!"
