Chapter - 3
When the red-haired beauty returned, she wasn't alone. I was sitting on the edge of the lavish bed, trying to wrap my head around this strange place, when the door swung open again. In stepped three women, each one as striking and breathtaking as the next, their beauty almost otherworldly.
The first woman was the same red-haired beauty who had stumbled in earlier. Her green eyes flickered with a familiar warmth and excitement as she looked at me. She seemed more composed this time, though the gentle twitching of her black feline ears and the swaying of her tail betrayed her excitement. Beside her was another young woman, a near mirror image of her in every way, only younger. The same fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, the same piercing green eyes watched me with quiet curiosity. Her black dress hugged her figure, which, though slightly more delicate than the mature woman's, was still blessed with lush curves. She, too, had those soft black ears and a long tail that swished behind her. I couldn't help but wonder if they were sisters—or perhaps mother and daughter.
But all my thoughts stilled when I saw the third woman. She stood in front, just a step ahead of the other two. She was taller, with an elegance and regality that set her apart. Her hair was a rich, golden blonde, styled in an intricate updo that left only a single, loose strand to frame her face, softening her striking features. Her eyes were an arresting shade of blue, a light crystal color that matched my own, like two pools of pure winter sky. And her figure—she was voluptuous in a way that seemed almost unreal. Her curves were extraordinary, more pronounced than even the red-haired woman's, her hips full and her waist narrow, leading up to the most prominent, buxom chest I had ever seen.
She wore a stunning gown with intricate embroidery that glimmered in the light. The dress was both elegant and alluring, tightly fitted at the bodice to accentuate her figure before flowing into soft folds. She wore a diamond necklace around her neck, with matching bangles on her wrists. Simple yet elegant emerald earrings framed her face, and a small crystal crown sat on her head.
For a fleeting moment, I wondered if I'd somehow wandered onto the set of a modeling studio. I'd never seen such beauty gathered in one place before, nor had I ever been around such elegance.
As the blonde-haired woman's eyes met mine, I saw tears in them, yet the smile on her face was enormous. Before I could process it, she moved toward me, faster than I would have expected. I didn't even have time to stand. She rushed forward and in an instant, she was there, pressing herself against me.
Her arms wrapped around me, and without a word, she climbed into my lap, her hands gripping my shoulders, grounding herself to me. The warmth of her body pressed against mine, the curves of her frame fitting perfectly, and as she leaned forward, she laid me back onto the bed, her weight settling over me in a way that felt both possessive and tender. Her massive chest pressed firmly against me, each breath she took rising and falling in time with mine. I could feel the softness of her, the warmth of her heartbeat through the fabric, and for a moment, I was completely captivated, lost in the surreal intimacy of it all.
Her hands moved to my face, cupping my cheeks as if she were afraid I might disappear. Her fingers traced the lines of my jaw, the curve of my cheekbones. And then, with a tender urgency, she began to pepper my face with kisses. She started with my forehead, then my cheeks. Her kisses then trailed over my nose, my temples, each one gentle and reverent, until, finally, her lips found mine.
The kiss that followed wasn't like any I'd ever known. It was deep and consuming, a soul-searing connection that pulled me under. Her lips were soft yet fervent, moving with a passion that left me dizzy, her hands never straying from my face. She kissed me like she'd waited a lifetime, like she'd crossed oceans just to be here.
That was when a cascade of memories hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with such intensity that it momentarily caused a splitting headache. My vision blurred for a moment as a rush of sensations flooded my mind—thoughts, emotions, and vivid images of a life I had not lived yet now seemed achingly familiar.