Chapter 98: Domestication Rituals Beneath the Velvet Cage
Keyla, as it turned out, had no grand strategic motive for her intrusion last night. No secret orders. No subtle infiltration on behalf of Crystal. No impending threat to my neural sanctity. Just good old-fashioned boredom. Galaxy-class ennui.
Kimchi, now fully hollowed and humming with post-carnal tranquility, offered no protest. Not even a passive-aggressive flick of the eye. Once filled, she apparently accepted Keyla's continued presence like a cat begrudging a second dog in the house.
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When I awoke the next morning, I was being smothered to death beneath a living gravity blanket. A familiar one. Blue. Slightly cool to the touch, with faint rumblings of psychic purring filtering down through my chest.
"Mmghh... morning, Sapphire," I groaned, yawning mid-sentence. My arms were currently trapped beneath her celestial girth, so I compromised by scratching her underbelly with tiny, pathetic wrist twitches.
