Upon his words, the two aforementioned squirmed slightly.
Each movement caused their chests to press tighter against Axel's face, making it harder and harder to breathe. Though he was suffocating, it felt so inexplicably heavenly that he almost asked them to stop—almost.
Though, of course, he held on to the last shred of his rational mind.
"If you don't move, I'll bite whatever's in front of my mouth." He warned.
Despite that, the two continued pretending to be asleep. Their breathing, however, told a different story—he was fairly certain they were both wide awake. And not even trying too hard to hide it.
"I warned you...!" Axel opened his mouth and took a firm bite.
Soft flesh met his teeth, and a resonant moan slipped from Queen Wisteria's lips.
"Ah~n!"
"...!"
Axel froze, confused.
Given their positions, he should've bitten Fenrir's chest, but... 'Wrong one?!'
