Julian lounged on the large reinforced couch, his black hair loose and his dark blue eyes calm for the first time in weeks.
Surrounding him were all his women: Clarissa, Emma, Dori, Aya, Veronica, Celestia, Zoe, Beatrix, Fey, Specter, and Aris.
Emma was the boldest, immediately straddling Julian's lap with a playful grin. "You've earned this, big guy," she whispered, starting to unbutton his shirt. The others quickly joined in.
Fey tugged at his belt with a lazy smirk. Zoe pressed against his side, kissing his neck silently. Dori blushed furiously but helped remove his jacket. Veronica clicked her tongue while sliding her hands under his shirt. Aya quietly worked on his boots. Beatrix, despite her usual tired expression, traced her fingers along his abs. Celestia and Clarissa moved with elegant grace, while Specter efficiently loosened his pants.
