"We missed you," Helena whispered. Her brown eyes were spilling. Tears ran down her cheeks, over the laugh lines, onto his chest. The maternal woman — the nanny who had raised him, who had changed his diapers, who had held him as a child — was crying against his adult body.
"Where were you?" Mira's voice cracked. "Where were you, you bastard—"
Viktor chuckled. The sound vibrated through his chest, through their bodies pressed against him.
"It's just been a month," he said.
"A MONTH?!" Mira pulled back. Her green eyes blazed. Tears still falling. "A month of — of TAXATION DISPUTES and DUNGEON MANAGEMENT and ARMY THREATS and — and SHAVING MY—"
She stopped. Looked down. Remembered she was naked from the waist down. Her shaved, puffy, swollen pussy was directly visible. She had been mid-sprint, mid-breakdown, mid-everything, and her bare cunt was on full display.
