Slowly Zell began to wake up from his deep slumber; the fatigue from the battle seemed to have faded, while the strange dream where he enjoyed a blissful time with both his feline goddesses enriched and soothed his mind.
"Good morning, my sleepy prince," sounded Cryska's soft and seductive voice like an oriole.
His eyes fluttered open to see her gigantic rack swinging above his face, the soft marshmallow hills pressing against his forehead, with a comfortable weight and warmth spreading across him thanks to them.
"Mmmn, morning Cryska, did everyone else return?"
Her soft, slightly moist hand began to slide over his cheeks, pressing against his squishy cheeks while his beautiful eyes watched the sway of her lovely breasts.
"Well, those girls were quite tired, most likely because the game is fusing with reality too fast; even the regular players seemed to notice something strange tonight; Master, do you need my help?"
