Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170727000133/@comment-29564364-20170809034906

(I was still waiting for the Holstaur's answer, but it's already sunrise, so I guess the milking is over since long.)

Dawn's vermillon rays penetrate the bedroom through the window, casting a dim orange light on the Werebat sleeping deeply in the Holstaur's embrace. Both bear a wide smile across their content faces, the latter probably dreaming of her wild fantasies about a certain someone while the former seems to be simply enjoying the softness of the pair of mammaries her head rests between. However, the white haired bionic is absent from the scene, probably due to his usual sleeplessness.

Meanwhile... Outside the village, I find myself climbing up the branches of a mango tree with a half-filled basket under my left arm. "A couple more and I should have enough." I think out loud, picking another fruit.