Ethan woke up early, with the weight of two beauties in his arms.
Alice, on his right, slept peacefully against his chest, her breath soft and steady, her hair fanning out across his skin like silk.
Evelyn, on his left, clung to his arm with fierce possessiveness, his biceps sinking deep between the warm weight of her breasts, his palm nestled snugly between her thighs.
One was delicate and gentle, while the other seemed ready to tear his arm off with her embrace.
Honestly, Ethan wasn't unhappy about it.
He wanted to stay there for the rest of the day, but he knew he couldn't.
The Gaia system had been integrated into this world on the thirteenth day of the third moon, in the year four hundred and eighty-five of the Age of Men.
Today was the twentieth, the day when, finally, the first wave of new citizens would arrive in Goldenveil.
Turning his face slightly, Ethan freed his hand and brought it down in a firm slap across Evelyn's butt.
