Between them, kneeling on the bed with her face at crotch-height, was Bella—the petite catkin with silver hair and a sleek tail that swished excitedly. She was completely naked, her small, perky breasts on full display, her lithe body coiled with anticipation. Her yellow cat eyes stared at the doorway with laser focus, and her cat ears twitched forward.
"Young Lord," she whispered, her voice breathy.
And standing beside the bed, her athletic body clad in nothing but a thin slip that barely covered her ass, was Kaida. Her fiery red hair was messy, her crimson eyes blazed with barely contained desire, and her arms were crossed beneath her modest breasts, pushing them up.
"This perverted beast," she muttered, but her eyes betrayed her—pupils dilated, cheeks flushed. "Finally decides to show up."
All four of them turned to look at Viktor as he entered.
And their faces lit up with joy, lust, and desperate, aching need.
Viktor closed the door behind him and Elara with a soft click.
