Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-27550231-20160825050631

I feel a low rumbling that rouses me from my sleep. As I slowly open my eyes I get a close up of a light tan and slightly darker round patch of soft skin pressed against my face. I hear a heartbeat very close to my ear followed by the familliar growl of a hungry belly. I finally realize where I am when I feel a my hand holding on to a large fluffy mass and the fleshy lump on my face moves followed by a familiar voice. "Mmmm... you hungry hun... well I have some... some fresh... ahhh... freshly sque-squeezed milk... mlk for..." Dasa is still asleep and soon her smooth rythmic breathing is the only sound in the room. I sit up and Dasha quickly wakes up and clings to my head like a terrified cat. "Wha! Wasit! Where are we? Where's our son Elion? Where's Aliza? Why are we in the bedroom? Our kids are going to be late for school!" Dasha jumps off the bed and picks up my shirt from the floor and puts it on and is imediately dwarfed by it. She runs up to the door unlocks it and there stands the Demonliason wearing next to nothing a bag in hand filled with many strange looking things.