Chapter 41 Yesterday.

Chapter 41: 41 Yesterday.

Rays of golden sunlight stabbed through my bedroom curtains right onto my face like it was personal.

I cracked one eye open and immediately regretted it—not just because of the light, but because I couldn’t move.

Elsa had claimed my chest as her royal pillow, leaving her golden hair spread across me like an elven shampoo commercial.

Ayra wrapped herself around my right side, her tail thumping against my leg. Good dreams again, probably about me, judging by the way she ground against me.

I tried to shift enough to restore blood flow to my arm and maybe divert some from my morning wood.

Both women reacted like I’d committed treason. Their grips tightened, breasts pressed harder against my body, turning me into a very fuggin’-okay-with-this prisoner.

"Mmm... too early. Cease your moving at once," Elsa mumbled against my chest, managing to sound both sleepy and bossy.

Ayra burrowed deeper into my side with a dog-like whimper. Her tail’s tempo increased, definitely more awake than she pretended.

"Ladies," I said, trying to sound cool and in control of the situation. "We need to get up eventually, you know."

"No," Elsa decreed simply.

The tail-thumping intensified even more.

"I can feel your tail, Ayra. You’re not fooling anyone. I know you’re awake."

She lifted her head and wiped her eyes innocently as amber orbs sparkled at me. "Master is too perceptive! And so... alert this morning."

She was referring to Mount Greysuvius tenting in my pants—technically it was standard morning wood I had little control over, and wasn’t worth much of a mention given how normal it was for any healthy guy. But these women either didn’t understand or didn’t care about that factoid.

Elsa stirred at her partner’s implication and raised her head to inspect me. A slow smile spread across her face, spelling the good kind of trouble.

"Indeed. Our champion seems quite... vigorous today. It looks painful—in need of relief."

I muttered "Welp, here we go," knowing I might as well try stopping a tide with my pinky.

Ayra propped up on one elbow, letting her sleep shirt ride up scandalously. "Don’t make that face, Master, it’s our sacred duty to assist with all your needs as your fated mates."

Elsa purred and stretched erotically, more or less tearing apart any willpower I might have had. "I loathe expending energy this early, but for this pursuit, I’ll make an exception."

Twenty minutes and several religious moments later, I stared at the ceiling, reconsidering everything I’d ever been told about morning routines.

Both women looked insufferably pleased. Elsa smiled smugly at my ceiling, fingers still gripped around my cock’s base like she was holding my hand. Ayra happily lapped at my face with her tongue.

"There," Elsa declared with way too much pride. "Now you’re properly prepared to face the day’s challenges, my precious champion."

"Oh shit, we’ve got challenges now?" I managed with a laugh, still catching my breath. "I’m not sure I can handle anything more taxing than rolling out of bed after that."

"You’re right! Actually, we don’t truly have to get out of bed," Elsa suggested like it was the best idea she heard all year. "We can relax as long as we want, so long as we deal with the portal threat tonight, yes?"

My answer was the growling of my stomach, however.

Ayra bounced out of bed immediately. "Master requires sustenance! I shall prepare breakfast!"

The words "breakfast" and "Ayra" in the same thought triggered my survival instincts. "W-Wait—"

But she was already gone, probably heading toward my kitchen.

Elsa patted my chest sympathetically. "I suppose we’d better supervise this time. We can’t have her destroying your kitchen twice in as many days, now, can we?"

Elsa left first, and I flopped back against the pillows and had one of those moments where you step outside yourself and wonder: How the hell did I get here?

But then my phone buzzed on the nightstand, dragging me back to reality. The screen lit up with what I’d been dreading: news alerts about last night’s mall incident.

Basically, "mysterious disturbance" was the media’s polite way of saying that a monster from another dimension invaded small town Minnesota and no one knows why.

I scrolled through notifications about strange lights, property damage, and officials being "unable to comment at this time." Good. The skeleton cleanup crew had earned their nonexistent paychecks.

Then I saw it: a missed call that I quickly deduced had to be Sheriff Miller when I looked the number up. It was made at 6 AM, too. The man never slept. Well, I wasn’t going to call back. He could dial me again if it was so important.

For now, it was time to face the music—or at least the breakfast.

I dragged myself from horizontal to vertical and followed the sounds of what I hoped wouldn’t be another culinary catastrophe.

What I found in my kitchen was so adorable it almost hurt. Elsa was standing behind Ayra, guiding her hands through the complex process of egg-cracking.

"Gently," Elsa coached. "The shells aren’t meant to be part of the meal."

"But they do add texture!" Ayra protested with her tail wagging behind her back.

"That’s not the kind of texture we’re looking for, however."

I leaned against the doorframe. This felt right. These women fit into my heart like puzzle pieces, even if our combined picture looked completely unhinged.

"Grey!" Ayra’s whole being lit up when she spotted me. "I’m learning to make eggs!"

"I can see that. So far so good. I didn’t realize Elsa could cook."

She chuckled. "Oh, I can’t. But I’ve watched my cooks enough to know this much." She giggled whimsically as though conjuring up a faraway memory for the first time in ages. "When I was a little girl, barely forty years old, my father’s chefs used to have to chase me out of the kitchen."

I joined them in the kitchen and we ended up working together. The result was a simple but very edible breakfast.

Our happy little domestic bubble lasted exactly until I opened my mouth again.

"So," I began, swishing my coffee. "We need to talk about what happened yesterday."