Chapter 63 Goodnight.

Chapter 63: 63 Goodnight.

The snake girl’s crimson, vertically slitted eyes scanned the field as she pushed the rest of her upper body through.

The small black feathered wings on her back emerged next, unfurling briefly before settling against her shoulder blades. Again, I got the impression that they were much too small to be anything more than decoration.

I tried not to stare at her chest, but holy fucking shit. Juniper’s breasts were absolutely enormous—the kind of rack you called your dad to cry about.

Her bodice looked like it was engaging in a heroic battle just to keep them sealed away.

These weren’t just big tits—these were weapons-grade mammaries, the sort of knockers that deserved their own congressional committee.

Ayra and Elsa had impressive chests, sure, absolutely no complaint there.

In a crowd of a hundred women in their twenties and thirties, their boobs would be better than ninety-seven of them. And yet Juniper’s whompin’ bazongas made them look like they were still in training bras by comparison.

The rest of her followed—her fuller-figured human torso with noticeable curves transitioning seamlessly into that massive serpentine lower body.

As it emerged foot by foot by foot, I realized with relief that she wasn’t quite as gigantic as I’d feared.

If she were human, she wouldn’t be much taller than Elsa in her human portion, actually, just with a thicker build that gave her a more imposing presence and a bit more "Yes, mommy" energy.

Her snake portion was indeed lengthy—maybe twenty to twenty-five feet of copper-and-black striped coils—but the diameter wasn’t much wider than my thighs pressed together at its thickest point.

She could actually fit through any and all doorways, I realized with relief.

She’d be able to navigate the house without destroying everything, though long-term, that silo renovation would definitely make more sense for her comfort. Longer-term, we may just want to add a wing to the farmhouse.

Juniper’s red, slitted eyes looked over the area and took in her surroundings before landing on her companions.

Instead of acknowledging me, she slithered rapidly toward the other girls. She moved fast—her tail propelled her more quickly than I expected.

"Ayra! Elsa!" she exclaimed in a voice whose maturity came not so much from age but from intellect. Her accent was still there too—something almost Slavic in nature.

She caught Ayra in what looked like a bone-crushing hug, then held her at arm’s length, examining her closely from head to toe like a mother inspecting a child after her first day of school.

"I was worried sick about you," Juniper fussed, running a hand through Ayra’s hair. "I’m glad to see you’re alright. Have you been eating well? You sometimes forget to eat if the weather is too good and you spend too much time outside."

"I’ve been eating plenty!" Ayra protested, though she submitted to the inspection without resistance, which made me smile to observe.

Juniper turned to Elsa next, who stood with her chin raised high, like she was trying too hard to remind Juniper that she was someone to be respected and praised. Instead, Juniper’s eyes narrowed.

"You didn’t try to contact me even once," she accused. "I’ve been searching for you for weeks."

Elsa huffed indignantly. "It hasn’t been weeks here. And I am the First Maiden of the Hero’s Party. It was your responsibility to locate me, not the reverse. I expended my mana on more useful things."

"Like making yourself smell good when you were too lazy to shower," I inserted.

Juniper’s tail flicked with annoyance, but she didn’t look my way just yet. "Always with the spoiled attitude. I should have expected nothing less."

Finally, after what seemed like forever, she turned her attention fully to me, studying me with her red, reptilian eyes.

They reminded me of a cat’s eyes too in a strange way, though I couldn’t quite say just what about them gave that impression.

She smiled at last. "And you must be Grey," she said, her gaze moving down to my tattoo, visible where my robe had fallen open slightly. "I see the binding took. Good. Of course I knew it had since—well, I’m here."

"Yes, I am Grey," I grunted. "And yes, you are here. Welcome."

She nodded at me, studied my face for a bit longer—and then a nervous look flooded her eyes, causing her to suddenly look back at the girls.

Her expression was as serious as a heart attack. "Are you two still maidens?"

The question was unexpectedly direct. Both women shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact.

Juniper groaned. "Gods, please don’t tell me..."

"Well," Elsa began delicately, "technically speaking, there has been no... penetration."

"But we haven’t been as... pure as we probably should have been," Ayra added, her ears flattening against her head.

Juniper sighed heavily, her massive chest rising and falling with the action in a hypnotic display that threatened to derail my train of thought completely.

She gave me another long, appraising look, then shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, I suppose it couldn’t be helped," she conceded, in what I could only interpret as a backdoor compliment to my appearance.

I was already thinking about how sex with Juniper would work.

Would her tail coil around me during the act? I’d briefly glimpsed her anatomy in the dream—that soft, human-like pussy that transitioned into scales just below—but the mechanics remained a fascinating mystery.

Would the tail help with extra leverage? Push me inside? And those giant tits—they were jumbo-wumbos. Some bonkers honkers. Some huuuge—

"Grey Coleman?" Juniper’s voice sliced through my inappropriate mental tangent. She extended a hand toward me. "I believe formal introductions are in order. My name is indeed Juniper, and I am the third and final Maiden of the Hero’s Party."

I cleared my throat and shook her hand. Her grip was firm, and her palm was warmer than I expected. "Indeed. My name’s Grey Coleman, and it’s nice to finally meet you in person. Welcome to my home."

Up close, I could see intelligence behind her eyes plain as day—and maybe a patience and a degree of restraint the other two lacked.

I got the distinct impression that Juniper had always been the brains behind this very questionable operation.

I found myself grateful to have someone else a little more grounded around, even if it might cockblock me for a few days before we figured out the new dynamic.

I imagined Juniper would be the type to take things a bit slower and more controlled, whereas the princess and Ayra had the impulse control of chimpanzees on booze and crack, respectively, and all I could do was go along with their urges.

"Let’s get you inside," I offered. "You can see where you’ll be staying. I’ve already started plans to convert an old silo into something that might be more comfortable for you long-term, but we can make do with the house for now."

We made our way inside, and I gave her the abbreviated tour—kitchen, living room, bathroom, and finally the upstairs bedrooms. I couldn’t help but notice that, just as I feared, it seemed awkward and inconvenient for Juniper to follow us up the stairs.

After the tour was over, and we emerged back out into the hallway with its three doors, an awkward silence fell. Juniper looked between the rooms, then at us. "Which room should us girls take?"

Elsa and Ayra exchanged glances, then immediately started inspecting the carpet beneath their feet.

"Uhh, yes, about that," Elsa began hesitantly. "We’ve been sleeping in Grey’s bed. With him. Every night."

"All three of us girls could never fit in there now," Ayra added quickly. "But maybe we can order a bigger bed from the magical land of Internet tomorrow!"

Juniper’s expression darkened. "Let me ask again, and please answer honestly. Are you still virgins? If you didn’t wait for me before losing your virginity to the champion, which should happen at the next full moon, then you will have sacrificed a significant power boost for him."

This was the first I’d heard of this, but I decided to speak for them and hopefully set everyone at ease. "They actually were pretty good about not escalating things to that level, so don’t worry."

Juniper nodded at me gratefully and relaxed, setting her sights back on Elsa and Ayra. "As nice as Grey seems, I don’t know him yet. I am tired after hours of pulling the rift open enough so that I could go through, and I want to sleep, so I’ll sleep alone in one of his guest rooms—unless you two wish to join me?" she added hopefully.

Ayra stepped forward slowly, put a hand on the snake woman’s shoulder, smiled, and then said, "No. Goodnight."