Just darkness. And the distant sound of women talking. And the lingering taste of milk on his tongue.
He drifted. Fell. Sank into sleep so deep it felt like drowning.
But even in sleep, one thought lingered:
'I will just tell them some other time... by the way, why the hell this seems so cozy.'
Kaida sat at the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around her drawn-up knees, completely naked and utterly confused.
She watched as Helena and Mira carefully repositioned Viktor. Laying him down properly. Covering his lower half with a thin sheet that did absolutely nothing to hide his still half-erect cock tenting the fabric.
"You both are caring for him like a child?" Kaida asked quietly.
"Hm? Really?" Mira glanced at her, adjusting the pillow under Viktor's head.
"That bastard is definitely going to pounce once he awakes."
Helena and Mira exchanged a look. Then both smiled—soft, knowing, slightly exasperated.
