"Jona?" A different voice rings through the door. This sass and flair instinctively tells me that it was Lorette. It feels as if a bucket of cold water got dumped on me.
"You okay?" Every word she spoke sent shivers down my spine. My heart jumped at the fact that one doorknob turn could expose us two.
"Yeah, the uh, effects are still there. It's slowly subsiding, so I'll leave in a bit." My fight or flight instincts spoke for me, trying to get Lorette away from us as fast as possible.
"You sure? Don't need me to milk out what milk you drank from me earlier?" I could just picture the smirk on her face as she speaks. My heart starts to beat faster, harder, and louder. Natasha lays her head on my shoulder as if telling me to handle it myself. Such soft breathing kissing my skin tickles.
"Have some shame- your friends are still here." Wait, she didn't react to what Lorette said? I look to my shoulder, only to find Natasha snoring lightly with her weight fully on my body. Very huggable.
"Haha, right. Thought they wouldn't mind me getting a piece before everyone does. Anyway, take care. Take a shower if you need it." Her words hook me playfully, but the tone feels caring. I kept Natasha close to keep her from falling, and she nuzzles in deeper. I get an overdose of her firm softness, making my raging boner react accordingly against the pressure.
"Alright, thanks," was all I said, and Lorette's fading footsteps followed. Now it was time to handle this blonde marshmallow in my arms.
I quickly found out that detaching her yielded no fruit. Natasha had a strong hold across my shoulders and waist. Prying her off in an area with a slippery floor would be harmful. The difficulty of the road before me had become much higher.
Opening the door with a crack to check if it's clear, I mustered up the courage to swiftly open the door, close it with my back, then walk to the stairs at the end of the hallway by sheer memory.
Normally, this trek wouldn't be long, but carrying a woman who's practically hiding my erection by the hold of her thighs across my belt makes it a tricky balance.
I make my way to the stairs, "Oh, Jona!" A cheerful voice catches my attention. Yulia. "Hey, Yulia." I greet her back, seeing her at the top of the stairs.
"Taking Nat back to her room? It's at the end of the hallway!" She barely suspects anything, stepping aside to give me space to go up.
"Yeah, I saw her leaning against the wall by the bathroom. I offered to carry her, then she just, uh," I nod to how she's being carried. My hands are on her rear, but not because I want to. It was the easiest and most comfortable for her to be carried like this. "Clung to me like a koala."
"Ahaha, yeah, she does that while sleeping! Doesn't help that she's like that, you know? We get smushed whenever she sticks to someone..." Yulia smiles awkwardly, seemingly remembering an embarrassing memory. I can feel exactly what she's saying; Natasha wiggled against me to find more comfort.
"But yeah, thanks for helping her! I'll tell the others, okay? Be careful~" As I pass her by, she descends the stairs and down the hallway. I sigh in relief as I take Natasha to her decorated guest room.
She had little trinkets from travel displayed on the drawer, as well as a small picture frame of her and two younger women- are they her daughters? They took after her in looks and proportions.
Finally, Natasha seems to loosen up, and I lay her down on the bed so I can put my erection under the zipper. It hurts, but better not touch a sleeping lady until I get permission to touch them WHILE sleeping.
And while my honor and shame are safe, my boner isn't. I need to find a way to get rid of this. Making sure she's covered up and sleeping comfortably, I promptly exit her room and find Lorette coming up the stairs in her skimpy house dress with clearly... no underwear.
Thin fabric reveals everything, huh?
"Hey there, stallion." She winks as she comes close, side-eyeing the stairs before pressing up against me. A dryad's scent mimics that of a succubus, which, to be fair, in the forest, they would be considered as the direct counterpart.
"Yeehaw, cowgirl." I'd sharply retort with a smirk, my back against the wall.
"Good one; but that's Nat, not me." Lorette pounces on my lips before I can process what she said with ignited grace. A rabid tongue invades my lips, sending electricity across my veins. Her hands press against my biceps, pinning me with her presence more than her force.
This is happening near the mouth of the stairs. Sky or Yulia could come up and see this entire thing happening. My heart raced at the thought. Seeing Lorette push upon me like this, I shudder to think about what the other girls might think.
"You're too excited." Lorette's teasing lilt makes my hair stand. My erection throbs against my pants' already stretchy, breathable fabric. "Gonna fuck me in the hallway with the girls around, mmm?"
"A tempting offer, but let's save it for next time." I stall her assault with my hands firmly grasping her soft and meaty hip dips. As she detaches, I slap her ass with a lingering grip before returning to Natasha's room. I hear the rustling of clothes as I slowly open the door, peeking-
To find this impossibly curvy blonde splayed wide like a starfish, clothes and underwear off for the world to see.
I quickly close the door out of reflex, even though I'm the one who shouldn't be seeing this, but I can't grasp what Lorette's thinking. Is she setting me up to have sex with all of the women in the group to turn into a harem?
Surely not, right? That sounds preposterous- those types of things only happen in manhua.
"Mmmmnnnn...!" Natasha grunts and rolls around, blanket folding between her meaty, shapely thighs. Nothing is covering her against the air conditioner- she might catch a cold. Sounding like a baby ready to tantrum, I come near and tug on the weighted covers to give her some comfort.
But in a flash, faster than I could react, I find myself buried in her triple-sized watermelons and thick turkey legs as an honorary body pillow.