Below, Helena was on her knees. Her tongue was on his balls. Licking. Sucking. The morning service. The 'let-me-help-you-cum-one-last-time' service that the nanny provided with the same care she had applied to everything else.
On either side, the other women stood. Bella, her small hands massaging his left arm. Kaida, her calloused hands on his right. Vivian, her soft hands on his shoulders. Elara, her supernatural hands on his back. All of them. Touching. Present. The harem, saying goodbye.
Viktor's mouth found Vivian's. The elf, standing beside him, her chubby body pressing against Mira's back, her large breasts flattening against his side. The kiss was deep. Warm. The 'I-will-be-back' kiss that tasted of milk and devotion and the quiet, patient love of an elven woman.
He came.
