"B-But—mmph!"
Olivia's protest was muffled as her face was pressed against his firm, muscular chest. Her hands instinctively came up, one clutching his shoulder, the other flat against his abs for support.
She could feel everything. The hardness of his muscles—like steel wrapped in warm skin. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The heat radiating from his body.
"KYAAAAA~!"
The slime dragon roared—adorably—and launched itself into the sky.
WHOOOOSH.
Olivia felt her stomach drop as they ascended rapidly. Wind whipped past them, pulling at her blonde hair, tugging at Viktor's oversized shirt that hung off her frame.
She squeezed her eyes shut, clutching Viktor tighter. Her soft, pillow-like body was completely pressed against his firm, steel-like frame. She could feel the way her generous breasts squashed against his abs, molding to his shape.
'He's so... solid,' she thought dazedly. 'Like holding onto a statue. But warm. Safe.'
