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9:00 AM. There was a shuffling in your bed.
You were the first to feel it—a subtle rustling, the warmth of bare skin on bare skin, the light, ticklish sensation of fur brushes and little tails weaving between your legs.
A heavy, dreamy weight pressed against your chest, and another, lighter body curled tightly around your hip and thigh. You cracked open your eyes. The sun was already leaking through the slats in your window, painting lazy lines of gold across the sheets.
Two small, delicate shapes were tangled up with you. Ifrit and Rosmontis. Both of them sound asleep, breathing soft little puffs against your skin. They must’ve snuck in again, after you’d fallen asleep, intent on making your bed their burrow for the morning. Maybe for the whole day, if you let them.
Ifrit was sprawled on top of you, limbs tossed in every direction; her smooth, pale chest smushed messily against your ribs, one horned head tucked into the crook of your neck. Her tail flicked in lazy, unconscious sweeps, curling over your thigh and lower stomach, right where your cock rested against her warm, plush skin.
You could feel the heat of her all over, the wildness of her even in sleep. Her hair smelled faintly of singed fabric and something sharp and chemical—a Rhine Lab scent, always clinging to her, even after baths.
Rosmontis huddled at your side, ears twitching in her dreams. She’d wedged herself under your arm, face half-buried against your shoulder, lips parted a little as she drooled ever-so-faintly onto your skin. Her arms clung tightly to you, one leg slung possessively over your waist. In sleep, she looked so fragile… but you knew exactly how much power she held, just beneath the surface.
Both girls were completely, shamelessly naked. Neither seemed to care about the tangle of limbs and tails, nor about the sticky, musky evidence of last night’s playtime that clung to their thighs and your cock. In the morning light, Rosmontis’ white fur and Ifrit’s golden hair shimmered in the messy heap of blankets. You could see the little twitches of muscle, the rise and fall of their chests as they breathed you in.
You almost laughed. This had become routine for them: sneaking into your room, slipping out of their Rhodes Island uniforms, crawling into your bed, and clinging to you until you woke up. Ifrit, always so bold, always hungry for touch—even in sleep, she gripped you tight, pressing herself against your shaft with a needy, childish greed. Rosmontis, gentler, softer, but no less desperate for you. She never wanted to let go.
You didn’t dare move, not yet. Their bodies were so small, so light, but the way they snuggled into you made you feel utterly pinned. Ifrit’s horns dug into your jaw; Rosmontis’ tail flicked idly across your thigh. The combined heat and scent of them made your cock twitch, even now. Neither girl stirred—they were far too comfortable, caught up in dreams, little whimpers and murmurs spilling from their lips.
Ifrit shifted, smearing her cheek and a wild tangle of blonde hair across your throat. You felt her horns graze your jaw and collarbone, the sensation both dangerous and adorable. She squirmed, hips grinding unconsciously against you, her pussy slick and warm where it pressed to your thigh. You could practically feel the heat building inside her… even in her sleep, she was all fire. All hunger.
She stirred again. A long, drawn-out groan rattled out of her, muffled as she buried her face into your shoulder, and her tail thumped drowsily against your leg. You could tell she was on the cusp of waking up—the little wince of her nose, the frown, the flutter of lashes against your skin.
“Uuugh…” Ifrit mumbled, voice rough and scratchy with sleep. Her teeth grazed your shoulder, just a little. She yawned, wide and shameless, then blinked blearily up at you, her eyes glowing like molten orange. “Why’s it so bright…? Turn it off…”
You stifled a laugh. The sun? You? It didn’t matter. Ifrit was not a morning person.
She sprawled more heavily atop your chest, nuzzling in, making herself comfortable. Then her stomach gave a spectacular, rumbling growl against your belly—it was so loud that even Rosmontis twitched in her sleep, her ears flicking up like twin radar dishes. Ifrit pouted, giving a pointed, whiny glare at your face.
“I want pancakes,” she declared, very seriously, like it was a matter of national security. She yawned again, but didn’t let go of you. If anything, her arms and thighs tightened, caging you in even more. “So hungry…”
She had been eating a lot more, lately. Last week, she’d demolished three entire stacks at the cafeteria, plus eggs, sausage, and half a pitcher of syrup. The appetite of a growing girl—and the metabolism of a miniature inferno. You wondered, briefly, if there was enough food in the dorm’s kitchen to actually satisfy her this morning.
But for now… Ifrit’s attention was fixed on you.
Or, more specifically, on the way your cock was pressed between your bodies, already hard and throbbing from the heat and touch of her. She wiggled her hips, grinning up at you with a wicked, gap-toothed smile. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Or… mmm… I could have my breakfast sausage now.” She licked her lips, eyes half-lidded, looking downright feral.
Before you could react, Ifrit ducked her head, scooted down your body, and wrapped both hands around your shaft. Her palms were so small and hot—you had to bite back a moan already. She didn’t waste any time, either; she immediately started mouthing at the tip, kitten-licks followed by wet, greedy sucks.
You couldn’t help but moan. The sensation of her little mouth enveloping your cock was overwhelming, all slippery heat and soft tongue and the scrape of sharp baby teeth. She giggled, probably at your reaction, and then went right back to work.
She took you deep, sloppily, with zero hesitation. You could feel the vibrations of her barely-stifled giggles, her excited little pants… she was enjoying herself way too much, especially for someone who’d just woken up. The sounds she made were obscene: SCHLURP, SLURP, mmmfff, smack, pop. Sometimes she let the tip of your shaft rest on her tongue, rolling it around in her mouth, her bright eyes looking up at you with open mischief.
Because—she knows, of course. She knows this is wrong. That you’re much too old for a little girl like her. And yet she deepthroats your cock anyway, because she’s always been a rebellious little firebrand.
“Mmm… mmmph…! Waaay better than pancakes…” she purred, her words muffled by the stretch of her lips around your cock. She bobbed her head, determined as ever, drool already leaking down your shaft and pooling at the base. It was all she could do to get as much of you inside her as possible, her cheeks bulging with effort.
You gripped the sheets. Your hips jerked, instinctive, and Ifrit moaned around your cock, encouraging you to thrust deeper. She loved it. She lived for it. She dug her nails into your thighs, eager, impatient, daring you to give her more.
At your side, Rosmontis let out a soft, sleepy sigh. She shifted, cuddling closer, but her eyes stayed closed. She didn’t wake up—not yet. Instead, she seemed to be dreaming, her tail coiling gently around your wrist, her little hand clutching tighter at your ribs. She murmured something under her breath, a sweet, melodic sound. Her lips brushed lazy kisses along your shoulder, even as she snoozed.
Ifrit was impatient. She wanted all of your attention, and she wanted it now. She bobbed her head faster, absolutely stuffing her mouth with your cock, spit and precum dripping down her chin. Her eyes sparkled with pride every time she managed to take you deeper. She thrived on your reactions; every twitch, every gasp made her squeeze your hips tighter and hum with glee.
She even pulled back, just for a moment, to catch her breath. She grinned at you, panting, her face flushed with heat and her mouth shiny with drool and precum. “Heh. You taste so good in the morning… I get first dibs, okay? Grown-ups always say breakfast is the most important meal…!”
Then she dove down again, taking you all the way, making her throat bulge until her nose was buried in your lower stomach. You could feel her swallowing, gulping around the head of your cock, letting out little moans of satisfaction. Her horns pressed to your hips, anchoring her in place.
Rosmontis squirmed, her ears perking up at the noise. She snuggled closer, mumbling something about “family” and “don’t let go.” Her face was so peaceful, so sweet, even as Ifrit made a total mess barely inches away. Adorable contrast.
Ifrit licked up and down your shaft, slathering it in spit, then sucked the tip with noisy, hungry enthusiasm. Her tongue was everywhere, hot and slick and insistent. She wanted to taste you, to own you, to wring every drop of pleasure from your cock using nothing but the burning, hungry velvet of her bratty little mouth.
She didn’t slow down. She went at you like a wild animal, all teeth and tongue and greedy, messy slurps. Ifrit’s hands squeezed your thighs, nails digging in, daring you to take it further. To use her. She wanted to be ruined by you, wanted to make you cum, wanted you to fuck her face like she was nothing more than your breakfast toy.
You gave in.
You grabbed her by the horns, bracing your hands at the base of those black, twisting points.
The way her eyes went wide… priceless.
Shock, then delight, then a delirious, feral hunger. She barely had a second to gasp before you were guiding her, pulling her down onto your cock, making her throat bulge and her lips stretch wide around your shaft.
Fuck, she was small. And so tight. Her mouth fit you perfectly, like it was made for this. You couldn’t help yourself—you started to thrust, slow at first but picking up speed, using her horns as perfect, natural handles. She sounded a little surprised, but she was so into it. Every time your cock bottomed out, her throat fluttered and clenched, her nose mashed to your skin, nostrils flaring as she struggled to breathe.
Ifrit gagged around your cock, but she didn’t slow down; if anything, she pushed herself harder.
Mmmpphh~! Mmmmfff~!
Each time you fucked into her mouth, her cheeks bulged lewdly, her saliva gushing out to coat your shaft and drip down over her chin. It was obscene… and she loved it. Her eyes rolled up, then locked on you, glassy and blissed-out, her pupils molten gold.
You groaned, the pleasure dizzying. Every thrust was a shockwave of heat, every bounce of her head making your cock slicker and tighter with her drool. She moaned around you, the vibrations traveling up your shaft, and you could feel her pulse racing in her throat every time you bottomed out. Her little body trembled with excitement; her tail whipped the blankets, her hands balled up tight, holding on for dear life.
You buried yourself deep, holding her horns, making her take everything you could give—and she took it, like a champion. No hesitation. Just pure, shameless need. She was so proud, so happy to be used like this…
“Mmmfff…! MMM!” Ifrit tried to speak, but your cock muffled every word. Her throat clenched, milking you, and you swore you saw a little tear form at the corner of her eye—but her face was so full of bliss that it only made you want to give her more. She was panting, gasping, desperate for every drop of your attention. And you gave it to her.
You pounded into her mouth with a steady, pounding rhythm, using her cute little face like a fleshlight built just for you. Wet sounds filled the room: SLURP, GULP, SCHLORP, each thrust dirtier than the last. You could feel her tongue lashing at your shaft, desperate to coat herself in your taste. She was drooling everywhere, making a mess of herself, strings of spit connecting her lips to the base of your cock. It was so hot, so filthy, so perfect.
Rosmontis didn’t wake at first. She just snuggled closer, her tail flicking lazily across your hip, her legs tangling tighter around your waist as you fucked her friend’s mouth right next to her. She murmured something sweet, lost in dreams. But the noise—the wet, obscene chorus of Ifrit’s mouth getting absolutely ravaged by your cock—it grew louder, more urgent, impossible to ignore.
Ifrit’s whimpers were raw, greedy. She wanted to impress you, wanted to show off how well she could take it. Every time you pulled back, she gasped for air, flashing that bratty, gap-toothed grin, tongue lolling out, then dove straight back down, swallowing your cock like she was starving for it. Her horns flexed in your grip, her hips humping at the bedsheets, desperate for a little friction of her own.
You could feel it building—the pressure, the heat, the inevitability of it. You fucked her harder, faster, her tiny body bouncing with each thrust. She moaned, wanton, her throat massaging your cock so tightly that you nearly lost control.
Then you did lose it.
You slammed her down, burying every inch in her mouth, your cock throbbing as you erupted down her throat. Hot, thick spurts of cum blasted straight into her belly, so much that she coughed and gagged, but she didn’t let go. Not for a second. Ifrit sucked and swallowed, desperate for all of it, her eyes going wide with bliss as she gulped down every drop you gave her.
Her cheeks puffed out, then caved as she swallowed, again and again, face flooding with heat and pride. She was glowing—even the tips of her horns seemed to sparkle. She was so full, so happy, so utterly satisfied. Gulp, gulp, gulp!
“HHHMMM! MMMFFF…!” Ifrit’s moans were muffled by the sheer force of your release. She kept sucking, milking your shaft with her childish throat, determined to get it all.
It was so much. Your cum oozed from the corners of her lips, painting her chin, running down her neck in sticky, white rivulets. Ifrit let out a shuddering gasp when you finally let her up for air, but she didn’t let go of your cock—not even a little. Instead, she nuzzled it, licking and slurping up every last drop, her face messy and adorable.
Ifrit, absolutely wrecked, kneeling between your legs with both hands clutching your thighs, mouth still full of your cock. Her cheeks bulged, certainly obscene, cum oozing from the corners of her lips where she couldn’t keep up with your release. Even now, she was milking you for every drop, the way she clung to your shaft desperate, frantic, almost like she’d die if you took it away. She let out a low, greedy whimper as your cock twitched for the last time in her mouth. It was so messy, so sticky, so utterly depraved—and Ifrit absolutely adored it.
But even that wasn’t enough to drown out the little gasp from your side.
Rosmontis finally stirred.
She blinked up at you, mint-green eyes clouded with sleep and a slow-burning pout taking over her face. Her ears were up, trembling with the new day and the scent of sex, and her nose twitched as she took in the scene: you, panting and spent; Ifrit, kneeling between your thighs, mouth glued to your cock. The look she gave you was pure, perfect betrayal.
“…Did you two have to wake me up like that?” Rosmontis mumbled, her voice so tiny and thick with dreams that you almost missed it. “I was having a nice dream… a warm one… with you and Ifrit and pancakes.” She rolled onto her back dramatically, ears flat, tail lashing in affront—but she still didn’t let go of your arm, not for a second. If anything, she squeezed tighter, her little hand clinging to your bicep like you might be snatched away if she let go.
Ifrit looked up, finally, eyes glazed and happy as she slurped one last string of your cum from the tip of your cock. She grinned, face a wreck of drool and white, but so proud of herself. “You shoulda woken up faster,” she shot back, sniffling as she finally gulped down the last mouthful. “First come, first serve!”
That earned her a withering glare from Rosmontis, who sat upright, arms crossed, cheeks puffed out in a full-on pout. “Not fair… I wanted to say good morning first,” she protested, voice barely above a whisper. She yawned, mouth stretching wide, showing off the tiny fangs that made her look even more kittenish. “And now you ruined my dream and made a big mess.” She eyed your cock, still hard and wet and absolutely coated in spit and sticky white, and snorted. “Such a mess…”
Ifrit just shrugged, smiling like she’d just been handed a trophy. “That’s what happens when you’re a slowpoke,” she said, still kneeling there, cum trickling down her chin and throat in milky lines. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then, in a move of pure feral genius, licked her palm clean, giggling at the taste. “Mmm… breakfast of champions. Thanks for the first load, by the way,” she purred, winking up at you. “Bet I’ll get more before lunch…”
You groaned, head thudding back against the pillow. Ifrit sure was impossible sometimes…
Rosmontis wasn’t going to let that stand, though. She shifted closer, sleepy but stubborn, and gently nudged Ifrit aside with a firm little push. “Move,” she commanded, all the authority of a grumpy kitten staking her claim. Ifrit rolled her eyes but shuffled out of the way, still licking her lips as she flopped down at your side, hugging her knees and beaming at the aftermath.
Rosmontis looked at your cock, surveying the damage. Then she looked at you, big green eyes round and full of intent. “You’re supposed to clean up after breakfast,” she said, like it was a rule written in stone. Her ears flicked, and she slid between your legs, careful but determined, her tail curling around your calf and anchoring her in place.
You couldn’t say a word. You didn’t need to.
She started slow. So, so gentle, like you were something precious that might break if she wasn’t careful. Rosmontis leaned in, her hair brushing cool and soft along your thigh, and lashed her tongue against the base of your shaft. Just a little taste, a little flick, before she lapped up a thick, pearly line of cum streaking down your skin.
“Mmm…” Rosmontis purred, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. She licked again, slow and sweet, her lips parting just enough to wrap around the underside of your cock and draw another sticky ribbon onto her tongue. She was meticulous, like she’d made it her job to savor every drop Ifrit left behind. Her pace was so different from Ifrit’s madness: patient, deliberate, almost worshipful…
Ifrit, watching from your side, tilted her head and giggled. “You look like a cat with a saucer of milk,” she teased, voice still hoarse from having her throat wrecked. “Bet you like it way more than pancakes.”
Rosmontis ignored her. She slid her mouth up along your shaft, chasing a bead of cum with the tip of her tongue, then lapped it into her mouth with a soft, pleased sigh. She looked up at you, eyes shy but glowing, and you could tell she wanted your approval. Maybe she needed it, more than anything. She wanted you to see how good she could be, how sweet and tidy and careful.
You reached out, ruffling her hair, and she nuzzled into your hand, preening at the touch. That encouraged her. Rosmontis opened her mouth wider, taking the tip of your cock between her lips, and started to swirl her tongue around it in slow, steady circles. She was so much smoother, her movements gentle and precise, never missing a single sticky spot.
Every time she tasted more of you, she let out a tiny, involuntary purr, vibrating right through your cock. It was almost too cute. She clung to your hips with both hands, steadying herself, and cleaned you with the care of a kitten grooming her favorite toy. Her tongue was everywhere, tracing along the veins and ridges, scooping up all the leftover cum, making every inch shine.
You groaned softly, hips twitching. Somehow, it was even more intense than before. Maybe it was because Rosmontis was the one doing it. Or maybe it was because her tongue was so gentle, so warm and loving, like she wanted nothing more in the world than to taste you and make you happy. The contrast with Ifrit’s greedy, feral blowjob was absurd—instead, Rosmontis was thorough and soft, her methodical kitten licks and purrs almost reverent as she cleaned your cock.
She made these sweet little noises every time her tongue brushed against your skin, letting out a low, throaty purr that vibrated right through your shaft. It was so cute it almost hurt. She kept her eyes half-lidded, eyelashes fluttering with every tiny shiver of pleasure, but she never looked away from you for long. You could see the emotion in her gaze, raw and earnest and a little bit shy. She wanted you to see her like this. She wanted to be good for you.
Rosmontis gripped your hips, anchoring herself, and lapped up a fat bead of cum that had trickled down the underside of your shaft. She made a pleased sound and closed her lips around the swollen, sensitive tip. You almost moaned again. It was too much—the way she nuzzled into your lap, the way her ears flicked and her tail curled around your leg, the way she absolutely worshiped you with her patience and her mouth.
Ifrit watched with a wild sort of pride. “You’re doing it so slow. Are you gonna eat him or put him back to bed?” She hugged her knees and smirked, but you could hear the affection in her voice.
Rosmontis didn’t answer. She simply started to bob her head, taking you a little deeper, cheeks caving in as she hollowed them to suck. Her jaw was so small and delicate—but she didn’t seem to mind the stretch. She just wanted to keep you inside her mouth for as long as she could.
The pleasure was so sharp, so overwhelming, you nearly lost track of everything else.
But then, as you watched Rosmontis’ delicate white hair spill over your thighs, her tiny hands gripping you, her soft lips wrapped so sweetly around your cock, you remembered:
This wasn’t just a cute girl kneeling at your feet. This was Rosmontis.
She was a living legend at Rhodes Island. You’d read the reports, heard the rumors about her status. She’d crushed squads of soldiers like ants, pulverized entire structures and men into red mist with a single flick of the wrist, and leveled city blocks with her pylons. So much power, locked away in this petite, kittenish body. A weapon of mass destruction with the attitude of a lost, lonely child.
And she was here, between your legs, purring like the happiest kitten in the world as she licked and sucked the cum from your shaft.
You shivered.
Ifrit, too… she was no less terrifying. The flame emitter catalyst she carried around was designed to keep up with the bottomless hunger of her Arts. She’d incinerated enemies alive in seconds, turned armored vehicles into slag, melted barricades and flesh with nothing but a snap of her fingers. According to Silence’s notes, there was literally no upper limit to how hot Ifrit’s fire could burn, so long as she was excited enough.
And right now? Ifrit’s cheeks were still messy with your cum, and she looked like she wanted to climb into your lap and devour you all over again.
The realization made your cock throb, still twitching in Rosmontis’ mouth. There was something so hot about it. These girls weren’t just cute—they were dangerous. Lethal. And they trusted you enough to be vulnerable, to be small and needy and so, so good for you. It was completely insane.
Rosmontis took you deeper. She pushed her lips down the shaft, slow and steady, making it all the way to the base. You felt her nose bump into your skin, her bangs brushing your stomach; her tongue massaged you in patient, spiraling circles. She held you there for a long moment, savoring the taste, breathing you in, her little ears trembling with focus.
Then she pulled off, sucking hard, letting your cock pop free with a wet, obscene sound.
Ifrit clapped, delighted. “Wow! You’re really good at that…!”
Rosmontis blushed, her cheeks flushing with pride. She glanced up at you, eyes shy, waiting for your approval. “I… I want to make sure you’re really clean,” she whispered. “That’s what family does for each other… right?”
You stroked her hair, gentle, and she melted at your touch. Her tail flicked with excitement, and she nuzzled your thigh, licking up another sticky streak of cum she’d missed. Every motion was so careful, so deliberate. She didn’t want to let a single drop go to waste.
The way she clung to you, possessive and needy, felt almost as intense as her Arts. Like she could crush you if she wanted, but all she really wanted was your praise.
Ifrit squirmed at your side, not quite satisfied to just watch. She pressed up against you, rubbing her cheek into your shoulder, her horned head digging in affectionately as she eyed your cock hungrily. “Save some for me next time, Ros… I wanna taste it like that too…”
Rosmontis nodded, serious as ever. “We can share. But you already had more than me. You’re a little greedy, Ifrit…”
Her voice was so tiny, but it made Ifrit grin anyway. She stuck out her tongue. “Jealous?”
Rosmontis didn’t even dignify that with a reply. She just scooted closer, her pale hips nestling right up against your side, tail flicking with fresh intent. This time she was determined not to miss her moment. The way her little hands clung to you was priceless. Such a tiny grip, but she held on with the force of a true champion.
You found yourself smiling, warmth spreading in your chest—and not just because of the aftershocks of Ifrit’s blowjob, or the lingering twitch in your cock from Rosmontis’ kittenish clean-up. It was the way they clung to you, the needy affection in every touch, every glance. These girls were utterly hopeless: messy, competitive, always hungry for your attention… and you wouldn’t have traded them for the world.
Ifrit licked her lips, then wiped her chin again, this time with a little more dignity. “Well, I guess I’m not full yet,” she huffed, but her eyes were already drifting closed as she stretched out beside you, arms thrown around your waist. She looked more like a lazy house cat than a living volcano.
Rosmontis yawned, snuggling right into your lap. Her voice was muffled against your thigh. “I want pancakes. Real ones.” She blinked up, eyes watery with sleepy resolve. “But I don’t want to let go of you, either…”
She made it sound like a mortal dilemma. You couldn’t help but laugh.
Ifrit pounced on the opportunity, perking up as she twisted around your leg. “Yeah! Pancakes! Let’s get a whole stack, okay? With syrup, and butter, and… and all the stuff!” She was nearly vibrating now, her tail beating a rapid tattoo against your hip. “Last time they had whipped cream too. I want, like, a mountain of it.”
She looked so excited you almost worried she’d combust right there on the mattress.
You ruffled both their hair, which earned matching purrs of delight. From there, you promised both girls you would get them the pancakes they were craving. It was the least you could do after how they’d just treated you to a wondrous wake-up.
Ifrit whooped, instantly awake. She scrambled for the edge of the bed, nearly tumbling off in her eagerness. Rosmontis, meanwhile, held tight to your arm, refusing to be jostled loose—not for anything. Even with the promise of pancakes, the little Feline girl just didn’t want to let go.
You almost suggested eating in bed. But, honestly? With Ifrit’s appetite, you’d probably wind up with more syrup and crumbs than sheets. Plus, the sticky aftermath from earlier… yeah, you probably needed to wipe down, at least a little, before you did anything else.
You peeled yourself out of the tangle, limbs stiff but pleasantly sore. Both girls made little noises of protest as you sat up, but you reassured them with a gentle pat, a squeeze of the hand. You promised them you would be right back. You didn’t want to leave them for even a minute!
Ifrit flopped back, already pawing at her phone. She made a face at the glossy, cracked screen, and she started tapping away, thumbs a blur.
Rosmontis watched her, head tilted in curiosity. “Who are you texting?” she wondered.
Ifrit didn’t look up. “Gotta check in with Saria and Silence. Or they’ll, y’know, flip out and think I burned down a dorm again.” She grinned, fangs glinting. “And I’ll text Amiya for you, ‘kay Ros? Say you’re with me and you don’t wanna be bothered.”
Rosmontis’ ears flattened with relief. “Thank you, Ifrit.” She smiled, genuinely grateful. “You’re good at this…”
“Duh! I’m the best.” Ifrit puffed up with pride. “No one’s gonna get in the way of our pancakes. Not even Saria.” She grinned wickedly as she tapped away at her little cellphone, making up some excuse so that neither one of Ifrit’s guardians would come looking for her. She didn’t want to be pulled away from you—her absolute favorite adult.
You managed to get dressed, just enough to be decent in the public hallway: a loose shirt, soft pants, no underwear. Good enough for a breakfast run. When you stood, both girls immediately missed your warmth; they pressed together, side by side, watching you with those bright predator’s eyes. Ifrit looked ready to pounce again; Rosmontis just looked content to watch, tail curling around her thigh.
Ifrit raised a fist in triumph. “Bring a lot! Like, all of it!”
Rosmontis nodded, more quietly. “Don’t forget syrup…”
You saluted, grinning, and headed out.
Even in the early morning, the Rhodes Island dorm corridor was quiet. You slipped down the hallway, careful not to bump into anyone else, and made your way to the cafeteria.
It wasn’t long at all before you came back to the dorm room with more than enough food for you and two growing little girls.
You opened your door with your elbow. The second you stepped inside, both girls perked up instantly, eyes locked on the food like starving animals. It was almost comical—the way Ifrit practically leapt for the boxes, while Rosmontis wriggled in place like she could barely contain herself for breakfast time.
They were still totally naked, too.
Ifrit didn’t care. She just grabbed the first box and tore into it, shoving pancakes into her mouth with reckless abandon. “Mmmph! So good!” she moaned, syrup already dripping down her chin. “You brought the big ones, too!”
Rosmontis was more polite. She settled in your lap, cozy and perfect, hands folded together as she waited for you to cut her food. She leaned back against your chest, letting out a tiny, contented sigh. The sound was so soft you barely heard it over Ifrit groaning ecstatically as she inhaled another mouthful of pancakes.
It was almost comical, the contrast between them: Ifrit a sticky, syrup-licked whirlwind, and Rosmontis gentle and perfect in your lap, her mint-green eyes huge as she waited patiently for you to cut her next bite.
You obliged, of course. You always would.
With a little plastic fork, you sliced off a triangle of pancake and twirled it in the syrupy pool at the bottom of the takeout tray. Rosmontis watched, rapt, her tail thumping the mattress in anticipation. Then, with delicate precision, she opened her mouth and let you feed her.
There was something so satisfying about how she ate it: slow, savoring, like each bite was a gift. She chewed and swallowed, then turned to nuzzle her cheek against your arm, a purr building in her chest. “It’s really good,” she murmured. “Thank you for bringing it…”
You stroked her hair. She melted at the touch, ears twitching in contentment. Ifrit watched, chewing with her mouth open, not bothering to hide the jealousy that flashed in her eyes for a second. “You’re gonna spoil her,” she grumbled, but the words had no bite. She was already reaching back for the next stack, syrup trailing down her fingers.
You reached around Rosmontis and ruffled Ifrit’s hair too, and she instantly softened, eyes closing in pleasure as you massaged her scalp between her horns. She leaned into it, sticky with sugar and satisfaction, and nuzzled your side like she couldn’t get enough. “That’s better,” she whispered. “I like it when you do that…”
God, these two. They were a handful. But you loved every second of it.
You flipped on the TV, and the room filled with the bright colors and chaotic energy of morning cartoons. Instantly, Ifrit’s attention shifted; she scooted closer, wedging herself between your thigh and Rosmontis, her tail curling around you both. She pointed at the screen with her fork, mouth full. “That one’s cool,” she declared, crumbs spraying. “He shoots lasers out of his fingers. I wanna do that!”
“You already shoot fire,” Rosmontis pointed out, a little smug, licking syrup from her lips. “You’d probably melt the ship if you tried lasers too…”
Ifrit snorted. “I’d be careful! Probably. Hey, can I have your bacon?”
Rosmontis considered this, then glanced up at you, searching for your reaction. The question was written all over her face: Should she share? Should she be polite, or keep it for herself? Ifrit’s eyes blazed with hope, her tail twitching in anticipation.
You smiled, sliding the bacon onto Ifrit’s plate. Sharing was important, after all. There was no clearer example than the fact all three of you were cozy together.
Rosmontis shrugged, feigning indifference, but you could feel the way she clung to your arm a little tighter, as if her real treasure was your closeness. Her warmth. Her place in your lap, safe and snug, where nothing and no one could take you away.
You fed her another bite, and this time she purred so loudly it vibrated through your chest. Ifrit watched, chewing with obvious hunger for more than just food. “You spoil her,” she complained again, but then she scooted even closer, sandwiching your leg between the two of them. She leaned in, smearing a little syrup on your shirt, and grinned at Rosmontis over your lap.
For a moment, the room was warm and quiet, sunlight streaming through the window in lazy stripes. You could smell the pancakes, the sweet chemical bite of syrup, and beneath it all the faint, lingering musk of earlier. Ifrit’s skin was hot against your side, her tail flicking idly; Rosmontis was cool and soft in your arms, her ears flicking with every sound from the TV. Both of them utterly at peace, more interested in you and each other than anything else.
This was the good life. Not just the sex—the sticky, greedy, perfect mornings, the wanton displays of how much they needed you. But this. The easy comfort, the coziness, the way you fit together like a puzzle. The way Rosmontis leaned her head back onto your shoulder, trusting you completely; the way Ifrit sprawled across both your thighs, legs draped over the edge of the bed, secure in the knowledge that this was her home too.
You felt… happy. Not just satisfied. Happy in a way you hadn’t been in years.
Maybe it was the afterglow. Or maybe it was the little noises Rosmontis made as she watched cartoons, or the way Ifrit laughed at the dumbest jokes, syrup still shining on her lips. Or maybe it was how they never wanted to let you go. How, even after everything, they chose you.
You were theirs. And they were yours.
You barely had time to process that feeling of belonging, of home, before you realized those two little monsters were already plotting something.
Ifrit finished off her bacon with a dramatic, “Mmmph!” and Rosmontis licked syrup from the edge of her plate, tail flicking in anticipation. There was a particular glint in Ifrit’s eyes—a spark that didn’t have anything to do with hunger for food, and everything to do with something messier, hotter, and infinitely more dangerous.
She stretched, sticky and wild, then let out a low, satisfied moan. “Breakfast was awesome,” she declared, already sliding toward you along the mattress, barely bothering to wipe her chin. She grinned, gap-toothed, and pounced. “But I want you, too. You promised, right? Pancakes AND me…!”
She was on you in a second. You barely had time to set down the plates before her bare thighs bracketed your hips, her tiny hands pawing at your shirt like she was going to set it on fire if you didn’t move fast enough.
“Off. Off. Off!” Ifrit yanked insistently at your shirt, her horns nearly catching on the hem as she struggled to pull it up. You tried to help, but Rosmontis’ hands were already at your waistband, surprisingly strong, surprisingly determined.
“Don’t tear it,” Rosmontis murmured, voice gentle but unyielding as she carefully undid the buttons, then shimmied your pants down over your hips. Her little fingers grazed your skin; there was a coolness to her touch that sent shivers up your spine.
But Ifrit was all fire. She leaned in, her skin radiating heat, her breath sweet with syrup and just a trace of smoke. She tugged your shirt free, arms triumphant. “Got it!” she whooped, tossing it somewhere behind her. “Now you’re ready for round two…”
You didn’t even have a chance to breathe. Both girls were on you, crowding you, stripping you down until you were as bare as they were, utterly helpless before their giggling, wriggling assault. Ifrit shoved you back against the pillows; Rosmontis draped herself along your side, purring as she stroked your cock, already hard again from the sheer intensity of their attention.
Ifrit wasted no time at all. She straddled your lap, her thighs bracketing you, her tail whipping wildly behind her. She pressed herself down, hips grinding against your cock, hot and slick and more than ready. The heat of her body was almost hypnotic. She leaned in, pressing her lips to yours with a ferocious hunger—the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt about what she wanted.
She practically devoured you. Her mouth was so small, so hot; her tongue darted between your lips, demanding, exploring, tasting you like she was starving for more than just pancakes. She moaned shamelessly into your mouth, grinding her hips against your shaft, slick juices smearing along your length. Ifrit kissed with her whole body—with all of her, desperate and wild and so, so needy.
You could barely keep up. You tried to hold her, hands finding her delicate waist, but Ifrit just pressed closer, pinning you down, kissing you deeper, her breath shaky with excitement. You groaned into her mouth, and she giggled in response, nipping at your lip with her sharp little teeth.
At your side, Rosmontis never stopped touching you—not for a second. She curled herself into the crook of your arm, her mint-green eyes huge and dark, utterly fixated on the way your cock twitched between Ifrit’s thighs. She stroked you gently at first, then with more purpose, guiding your cock so that it pressed right up against Ifrit’s sodden, needy slit.
Rosmontis’ voice was a whisper, sweet and tender, directly into your ear: “She wants it. She wants you so much… you should get her pregnant, sir. Put a baby inside her belly… and then do it to me. We want babies… right, Iffy?”
Ifrit’s whole body trembled at that. She broke the kiss, gasping, her cheeks burning with color. “I do! I really do… c-can’t wait anymore…” Her hands caught yours, fingers weaving tight, as she rocked her hips, lining you up perfectly with the dripping heat of her pussy. Her tail curled frantically, betraying her impatience.
You could feel the slick, molten heat of her just barely kissing the tip of your cock. Rosmontis helped, steadying you with both hands, her motions careful and reverent. She pressed the head against Ifrit’s folds, slicking it with her juices, coaxing you closer, closer, until you could feel the fluttering, desperate clench of Ifrit’s little cunt begging to be filled.
Ifrit looked down at you, molten orange eyes wild with anticipation. “Please…! Please… put it in… I want to feel you inside, right now…!”
You couldn’t say no to that—even if you’d wanted to, you couldn’t have. You gripped her hips, steadying her, and Rosmontis guided your cock right to the heart of that blazing, sodden heat.
And then you pushed in.
The feeling was indescribable. Ifrit’s body was tight, impossibly hot; her pussy gripped you instantly, quivering around the head of your cock as you slowly, carefully sank deeper. She let out a breathy, desperate moan, her forehead pressed to yours, her whole body shaking as you stretched her open, inch by inch.
It was almost too much. The way she trembled, the way her nails bit into your shoulders—the way she clung to you like you were the only thing keeping her alive. You could feel every twitch, every ripple, as her body welcomed you, desperately greedy for every inch.
Ifrit gasped, voice raw and wrecked. “Ahh, aaah…! S-So big… you’re… you’re splitting me…!”
She sounded like she was about to snap in half from pleasure, but her hips kept rocking, kept grinding, shoving you deeper inside. You braced your feet against the mattress, holding her steady, and began to thrust with slow, deep strokes, savoring the obscene, molten grip of her cunt around your cock.
Rosmontis watched, eyes wide and shining, her own cheeks flushed pink with excitement as she watched you fuck her friend like you were made for it. Ifrit, for her part, was absolutely wild in your lap, her tiny hips slamming down again and again, barely able to contain herself as she worked your cock inside her clenching, dripping little cunt.
“Ahh! AAHHH!” Ifrit moaned, her voice sharp and bright, bursting at every thrust. “More! Gimme more, gimme all of it, please…!”
You didn’t slow down. You couldn’t. The feeling of her tight, burning-hot pussy wrapped around your cock was pure heaven. Every time you bottomed out, her thighs quivered and her toes curled, her tail thrashing wildly behind her. She was so small, so greedy, so fucking hungry for you, and you wanted nothing more than to ruin her for anyone else.
Rosmontis stroked your arm, eyes wide and reverent. She purred, low and sweet, her voice almost a whisper: “She’s shaking… you’re making her feel so good, sir…”
Ifrit trembled, her body arching, and her hands dug into your shoulders for leverage. She practically bounced in your lap, each thrust sending more slick, messy heat splattering down your thighs. The sheets were already a disaster, sticky with syrup and the lingering musk of three bodies tangled up together. You didn’t care. You just wanted to breed this bratty little hellion until she squealed.
And, god, was she close. You could tell—the way her pussy fluttered around your cock, the way her breath hitched and hitched, the way her whole body tensed with anticipation. She didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to lose control, but you weren’t going to give her a choice. She was too much of a young little firebrand to maintain control for very long.
You gripped her hips, so tight your knuckles whitened. You fucked up into her with quick, rough strokes, the wet squelch of her soaked cunny echoing out over her helpless moans.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Ifrit’s horns slammed against your chest. She let out a desperate, feral whine and started to rut back against you, meeting every thrust in a frantic, desperate rhythm.
“Aah! F-FUCK! I’m gonna—gonna…!” she yelped, her whole body quaking. Her hands clamped around your wrists, holding on for dear life. “You’re gonna break me, you’re gonna make me cum, oh fuck, oh fuck…!”
You could barely breathe. Pleasure burned through you, white-hot and electric. Ifrit’s pussy milked your cock, squeezing and sucking at it like she never wanted to let you go. Your balls tightened, your brain went fuzzy, and every nerve in your body screamed with the need to fill her up.
“Do it,” Rosmontis purred, her voice trembling with need. “Breed her, sir. Make her yours… get her pregnant for real…!”
That did it.
You slammed in, hard, burying yourself to the hilt. Ifrit shrieked, her back arched, and her pussy clamped down so hard you saw stars. She came, hard, her juices splashing out around your cock, soaking your thighs and the ruined sheets beneath you.
“AAAHHHHH! YESSSSS! F-FUCK, I’M CUMMING!” Ifrit screamed, her voice ragged and perfect. She spasmed in your lap, her whole body jerking as her orgasm tore through her. Her little cunt squeezed you like a vice, milking and pulsing and begging for every last drop, and it felt like she was burning you from the inside out; as if the fire deep in her core was either immolating you or baptizing you anew.
And you gave it to her.
You erupted, cock throbbing deep inside her, a fat, gooey flood of spunk blasting straight up into her unprotected kiddie womb. The first spurt hit her so hard she gasped, eyes rolling back; the second, and third, and fourth, were just as thick, just as heavy, pumping her full of sticky, potent cum. Ifrit was bred, plain and simple. There was no doubt about it—you were breeding this underage brat right here, right now, stuffing her belly with everything she could take.
You bit down on her shoulder, desperate to hold her in place, desperate to keep her from squirming off your cock until every last drop was buried inside her.
“AAAHH! YES! YESSSS! M-MAKE ME PREGNANT, PLEASE, PLEASE!” Ifrit babbled, her voice broken with bliss. She shuddered through the aftershocks, her tail going rigid, her thighs twitching helplessly as you kept cumming inside her. Warm, creamy floods of your seed leaked out around your cock, painting her thighs, oozing down to pool between her legs. She was absolutely overflowing, already leaking—but her pussy still tried to milk you for more, clenching tight as if she could will your cum deeper.
Ifrit collapsed, finally, all the fight gone out of her. She sprawled across the bed, spread-legged and panting, an arm thrown over her face as she giggled and whimpered softly.
“Haah… haaa… so full…” she moaned, her body twitching as your cock twitched one final time inside her. “C-can feel it all… it’s so hot, it’s so much, oh fuck… ahaha… I hope… we make cute babies…!”
You eased down and planted a kiss against her temple, your cock still buried in her for a long, messy moment before it finally slipped free with a wet, obscene squelch. Thick, white cum poured out after it, leaking straight from her gaping, red cunt. Ifrit just moaned again, limp and happy, her horns askew and her face flushed with pride.
She looked absolutely ruined. And it was perfect.
But you weren’t done.
Rosmontis was waiting, sprawled on her back, her legs spread with a shy, inviting gesture. Her mint-green eyes watched you, full of hope and longing, as she beckoned you closer with a little flick of her tail.
“My turn,” she whispered, voice trembling. Then she curled her tail into the shape of a heart, centered right over her leaky little cunny. “I want you… I want you to do the same to me. Please…?”
You didn’t need to be asked twice.
You crawled over her, caging her delicate body with your arms, your cock still hard with need and leaking, practically quivering with anticipation.
You lined yourself up with her, Rosmontis flat on her back and looking up at you with those wide, mint-green eyes. Her face was a mess of emotion: shyness, delight, longing, and something totally raw and starved. Her ears flicked, and her arms came up to cling to your neck as you leaned in over her… and her soft, pale thighs parted for you without hesitation, legs spreading to bare her tiny, throbbing slit.
Ifrit, still ruined and dripping beside you, sprawled out and watched through heavy-lidded eyes, her body twitching with aftershocks. She looked so proud, so hungry to see what would happen next. Her tail beat a lazy rhythm against the mattress.
But it was Rosmontis who really drew your focus.
She was so small, so delicate, her body trembling with every shivery breath—but her need for you was absolute. Her hands never stopped moving, stroking your arms, your chest, your face. She wanted to touch all of you, to pull you down and keep you close and make you hers.
You positioned yourself at her entrance, the head of your cock pressing right against the soft, slick lips of her cunny. She gasped, breath catching, and her heels dug into the mattress as you started to push forward, opening her up inch by inch.
God, she was tight. Unreal. You could feel her whole body tense up around the tip, hugging you, inviting you deeper and deeper with each gentle thrust. Her little hands clung to your biceps and her tail curled behind you, trying to draw you in.
You lowered yourself until your faces were only an inch apart. Rosmontis’ breath came in trembling little puffs. Her gaze flickered from your eyes to your mouth, and then…
She kissed you.
Soft, sweet, melting.
You kissed her back, and as your tongues met, you pushed your cock inside her, slowly but firmly, and she whimpered into your lips as you filled her.
Her legs kicked, toes curling. She tried to wrap them around your waist, but she was so small, so childish and soft, that her pudgy little thighs only managed to hug your hips just barely. It was adorable—and so fucking hot. You wanted to make her squeal. You wanted to break her with pleasure.
You started to move, hips rolling, driving your cock into her with slow, steady strokes. Each time you bottomed out, she let out a helpless gasp, her whole body arching to meet you. Her pussy clenched, milking you, desperate for every inch.
“Ah… ahhhh…! S-sir…! It’s so… it’s so big…!” she whimpered, voice shaky and fragile, but her hands never left your body. She clung to you like she’d never let go.
You went harder. You couldn’t help it. The way her pussy gripped you was too much, too perfect, and you slammed into her with a hunger that made the whole bed creak beneath you.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! The sound of your hips slamming into her soft, pale thighs was almost deafening.
Rosmontis moaned. She buried her face in your shoulder, muffling a shriek, and then clung tighter, nails raking gentle trails down your back as you fucked her senseless. She was just a little girl; just a kid, and she wanted to be an adult alongside her friend Ifrit. You were more than happy to oblige.
You wanted to see her face. You grabbed her chin, gently, and lifted her head so you could look straight into her dreamy, glassy eyes. Tears clung to her lashes—not from pain, but from sheer, overwhelming pleasure.
“Don’t stop… please… don’t stop…” she begged, voice cracking. “I want all of it… I want you to make me yours…!”
You pounded into her, greedy, relentless. Every thrust made her whole body shudder. Her pussy gushed slick around your cock, the heat of her making it so easy to slide in and out, over and over. You wanted to see how long she could last before she totally melted.
Rosmontis whimpered and squirmed, tail beating frantic shapes on the bed. Her legs kicked, then locked tight around your waist, her whole body drawing you in like she was terrified you might disappear if she let go.
You pressed a kiss to her lips, hot and desperate, then bit gently at her ear. She sobbed, melting from the sheer pleasure and adoration that you showered her in amidst the mating press.
“M-make me good for you… I want to be your kitten… I want to be a mama… please, I want to be full of your babies, want to feel your cum in my tummy…!”
Ifrit let out a hoarse giggle, voice throaty and sated as she watched from the side. She started to touch herself, watching the way that you made love to her friend Rosmontis, dipping her tiny fingers into her gooey, well-fucked snatch.
You almost laughed, but the sight of Rosmontis’ flushed, blissed-out face choked off any sound but a moan. Fuck, she was beautiful like this. Helpless, desperate, totally at your mercy.
You adjusted her legs, pinning them up against her chest, folding her in half until her knees pressed to her ears. She yelped, surprised, but then purred, arching herself to give you better access.
You lined yourself up and drove in, hard. The entire bed shook. Rosmontis’ body bounced, her tits jiggling as you fucked her in the most primal, animal way possible. She clung to the sheets, eyes rolling back, tail rigid with shock and pleasure.
You railed her, merciless, your cock pistoning in and out of the delicate, trembling clutch of her pussy. Each stroke forced sweet little cries from her lips, her voice thin and high and so, so needy.
“Ah! AHH! Yes… yes… yes! More… please, more! Don’t stop…!” she wailed, her body thrashing helplessly beneath you. You slammed her down, rutting her into the mattress. Every thrust forced your cock deeper, until you could feel the tip slamming against her little womb, right where she wanted it most.
Rosmontis’ face was a mess of drool and tears and bliss. She looked up at you like you were her entire world. Her words tumbled out, dreamy, helpless, raw:
“Please… please… make me a mama… fill me… fill me up…”
You didn’t hold back. You erupted.
You could feel it, the cresting need and then release—a dizzying rush as hot, sticky ropes of cum surged from you, pulse after relentless pulse. Each spurt plunged into her tiny womb, the sensation so potent your teeth gritted and a low moan spilled out, helpless and raw. You watched as every heavy, thick burst filled her even further, painting her insides white, letting the heat flow deeper and deeper, past the point of overflowing.
There was nowhere for it to go. Your load was so persistent, so thick and virile, that her little belly began to swell, just slightly, with every new pump of cum you gave her. The sensation was overwhelming; it seemed endless, every contraction driving your essence farther inside, filling her to the very brim. She whimpered, moaned out, then came undone beneath you.
For a second, neither of you could even breathe.
You just clung to her, shoving your cock as deep as it would go, determined to breed this helpless little kitten full of your babies. She drank up every drop, her pussy rippling and sucking at you like she was starving for your seed.
Ifrit was still flopped beside you, dazed and sated, her fingers still buried in her messy, cum-leaking slit. She watched, eyes wide and hungry, as you made Rosmontis yours.
You stayed inside her until you felt her pussy unclench, until every last spurt of cum was buried deep. Then you pulled out, slow and careful, and watched as a gooey flood of spunk poured from her gaping, twitching cunny.
God, it was hot. Even better than you’d imagined.
Rosmontis shuddered, limp and ecstatic, her tail curling in satisfied little loops. She smiled up at you, so blissful and proud; your cum dripped down her thighs in thick, milky bands. Even now, her tiny hands clung to your arms, making sure you didn’t go far. The feline arch of her spine had melted into boneless satisfaction, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven rhythms as rivulets of your release mapped her skin. Her sweat had gone sweet with exertion, mingling with the clean animal warmth of her fur and the unmistakable brine of your mingled fluids. Her breathing came in ragged little hitches, each exhale carrying a threadbare whimper that might have been your name or just wordless satisfaction.
Ifrit was already crawling over to her, giggling as she flopped onto the mattress, her own pussy still oozing from her earlier breeding. She nuzzled into Rosmontis, cuddling close, her horns bumping gently against your arm as she grinned up at you.
“You did it, sir!” Ifrit crowed. “We’re gonna be mamas for real… look how much you came! It’s all leaking out, ahaha…!”
Rosmontis beamed, her eyes glossy with awe and devotion, wide open as she pressed herself into Ifrit. They wrapped their arms around each other, close and trembling, still slick with your thick spunk, the evidence of your rough love pooling between their thighs and dripping slowly down. Their ruined little cunts, stretched and leaking, told the story: they clung together and held tight, tails twined and fingers digging in, both looking up at you with identical, adoring smiles, shy but radiant. Together, they basked in the aftermath, warmth and satisfaction binding them even closer than before.
Ifrit threw up a peace sign, winking. “Bet we get sooooo pregnant, huh?”
Rosmontis blushed, but she mirrored the gesture, her pale fingers forming a shaky little V as she purred, “We’re going to make the best family ever…”
They looked so happy. So utterly, perfectly, absolutely happy.
You couldn’t stop staring at the two of them: naked, wrecked, and dripping with your cum, hugging each other tight as they basked in the afterglow. Ifrit’s hair was wild, her cheeks streaked with sweat and syrup; Rosmontis looked fragile and dreamy, her ears flattened in gentle contentment as she snuggled into her best friend. Both of them thoroughly, unmistakably bred.
Ifrit stuck her tongue out, smug. “My belly’s gonna get soooo full. I don’t know what I’m gonna tell Saria or Silence, but I don’t care! I’ve never been happier, and it’s all thanks to you two~!”
Rosmontis nodded, more demure, but the look in her eyes was pure, unfiltered longing. “I want to do this forever… with you. Always…”
God, you were weak for them.
Ifrit and Rosmontis clung to you, sticky with sweat and syrup and your cum, and for a while the only thing that filled the room was their breathless giggling. Their tails were a tangled mess, and their hands roved across your skin, greedy, never willing to let you drift even an inch away.
You never wanted to let go, either.
You gathered both girls into your arms, one after the other, until you were holding them tight against your chest. Ifrit was a furnace, her skin so hot it nearly burned; Rosmontis was soft, cool, and impossibly gentle. They curled into you with total trust, Ifrit’s horns nuzzling your jaw while Rosmontis tucked herself under your chin, her mint-green eyes fluttering closed in pure bliss.
For a second, you just breathed.
The world beyond your dorm room faded away, drowned out by the sticky, perfect peace of your tiny family. Your family of little monsters.