Ethan woke up buried.
Not metaphorically. Literally buried.
He was on his back in the center of his bed, cocooned in warm, milk-scented flesh. Tifa's leaking tits formed a soft, dripping pillow under his head. Lara's toned, sun-kissed thighs were locked around his waist from behind, her pussy still gently clenching around his morning wood like a sleeping predator. Samus lay on top of them all, six-foot-seven of Zero Suit and devotion, her colossal breasts completely smothering his torso, her cheek pressed to his chest, listening to his heartbeat like it was the only song in the universe.
For once, none of them were fighting.
They were… planning.
A massive dry-erase board had been dragged into the bedroom sometime before dawn. It took up an entire wall and was covered in color-coded schedules, heart-shaped sticky notes, and diagrams that looked like military operations drawn by a horny teenager.
Lara was the first to notice he was awake. She kissed the back of his neck, slow and possessive.
"Morning, love," she purred. "Don't move yet. We're almost finished."
Ethan tried to speak. Samus's tits muffled the sound into a pathetic squeak.
Tifa lifted her head just enough to smile down at him, milk dripping from one nipple onto his cheek.
"We've decided," she said softly, "that you're never going to have a single unhappy second for the rest of your life. We're making it official."
Samus finally shifted, sliding down his body until her face hovered over his. Her sapphire eyes were glassy with adoration.
"We wrote a contract," she whispered, voice trembling with emotion. "In blood. And milk. And cum. Mostly yours."
She gestured proudly at the board.
Ethan's eyes widened.
The title, written in glittery pink marker, read:
THE ETERNAL ETHAN PROTECTION & PLEASURE ACCORD
Signed in eternal devotion by your three perfect bimbo wives
Below it were three columns, one for each girl, color-coded with their signature aesthetics:
LARA CROFT – COMBAT & LUXURY DIVISION
24/7 armed escort (dual pistols now permanently loaded with aphrodisiac rounds)Private tropical island purchased (formerly Fiji, now renamed Ethan's Lap) for winter breeding vacationsDaily schedule: wake-up blowjobs at 6:00 a.m., slow missionary while reciting British poetry, afternoon treasure hunts where the treasure is always Ethan's cumThreat elimination protocol: anyone who raises Ethan's heart rate above 90 bpm (in a bad way) gets buried in an unmarked tomb
TIFA LOCKHART – MATERNAL & LOGISTICS DIVISION
Permanent lactation schedule (flavored milk on demand: strawberry, vanilla, or "Ethan's cum" flavor)Nursery already under construction in the basement (soundproof, pink, equipped with breeding bench and milking machine)Goal: minimum 24 children (preferably all at once)Emotional monitoring: if Ethan frowns for more than 3 seconds, immediate emergency tit-smother until smile returnsKitchen duties: all meals now served directly from cleavage
SAMUS ARAN – SECURITY & ENFORCEMENT DIVISION
Orbital defense satellite network (renamed the "Ethan Defense Grid") already in orbitZero Suit upgraded with cloaking, force fields, and built-in fleshlight pussy for mid-combat stress reliefPerimeter: 500-meter kill zone around any location Ethan occupiesSleep protocol: Samus sleeps on top of him like a weighted blanket made of tits and murderPunishment for rule-breakers: public execution via sitting on face until death, followed by taxidermy and display in the foyer as a warning
At the bottom, in enormous bold letters:
RULE #1: ETHAN NEVER CHOOSES.
We choose for him. Always.
Because he is too pure for decisions.
There was a space at the bottom for Ethan's signature, surrounded by lipstick kisses in three different shades.
Ethan stared.
Lara nuzzled his ear. "We've already hired contractors. The house is being expanded into a palace. Your mom has been relocated to a private villa in the Maldives with a lifetime supply of margaritas. She thinks you won the lottery."
Tifa kissed his forehead, leaving a milky lip print. "School is cancelled forever. The building is being converted into a harem temple. Classes are now 'How to Please Ethan 101' through 'Advanced Breeding Positions.'"
Samus took his hand (the one not currently trapped under three tons of bimbo) and pressed it to her cheek. Tears welled in her eyes.
"We love you so much it broke reality," she whispered. "This is us fixing it. Forever."
Then, in perfect synchronization, all three leaned in and spoke as one:
"Sign it, baby."
Ethan looked at the board.
At the three perfect, terrifying, brain-melted goddesses who had rewritten the world for him.
At the life they were offering: endless love, endless protection, endless sex, endless worship.
His hand shook as he took the glitter pen.
He signed.
The second the ink dried, all three of them tackled him back onto the bed in a storm of moans, milk, and desperate, grateful kisses.
The contract glowed pink for a moment, then vanished (burned into reality itself).
Outside, the sky rippled.
Somewhere in the distance, another person who had once known Ethan's name felt the heat begin.
But inside the bedroom, Ethan Harper (lonely no more) was drowning in the most devoted, overprotective, filthy love the universe had ever allowed.
And he was never, ever getting out.
The covenant was sealed.
The harem was eternal.
And Ethan's new life (one where every second was dedicated to his pleasure, his safety, and his cock) had officially begun.
Forever.