Chapter 223 - The Current

{Melistair} 

The sun hadn't even risen when Melistair slipped out of bed. Margaret lay sprawled across the sheets, her purple skin practically glowing in the pre-dawn light, her massive breasts rising and falling with each peaceful breath.

[Gods, she's beautiful,] he thought just like he did every morning, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Margaret stirred slightly, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like "more tongue" before settling back into sleep. Melistair just chuckled softly as he dressed for work.

The manor was quiet at this hour, save for the sounds coming from the kitchen. Javir was already up, as usual, a cup of coffee in her hands as she leaned against the counter.

"Morning, sunshine," she said, her eyes twinkling as she took in his disheveled appearance. "Coffee?"

"Please," he replied, accepting the offered cup gratefully. "You're up early."

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