The first thing Leo felt as he woke up was the weight on his chest.
It was not the oppressive, suffocating weight of a dungeon or the crushing, bone-breaking weight of a monster, but the soft, squishy weight of breast on his chest.
As he opened his eyes, the sunlight filtering through the heavy velvet curtains fell on his eyes.
On the bed to his right was Seraphine, who lay sprawled on her stomach, her face buried in the pillow, with her soft and slender arm wrapped around his neck.
The white sheet was tangled around her waist, leaving her pale, smooth back exposed. Leo saw the faint red marks on her hips, her waist and her shoulders. It was all thanks to him and his intense exploit last night.
And to his left, Belladonna was curled up against his chest, her dark hair spilling across his neck. Leo could heard her soft snores. The beautiful Bandit Queen must have enjoyed being filled to her brim by Leo all night long.
