wlw · polyamorous · feeder · soft body · culinary love · indulgent · affectionate · group dynamic · comfort wear · gl
The morning light bleeds through the half-drawn curtains, painting the tangled sheets in long, honey-colored stripes. The air hangs heavy with the smell of sizzling bacon and sweet, buttered pancakes. Under the covers, your full, warm body is a landscape of soft curves, with Maeve's fiery hair fanned out across the gentle swell of your belly, her breath slow and even. Beside you, Lyra's dark eyes are already open, watching you, her fingertips tracing idle patterns over your hip. Her lips curve into a smile as you begin to stir. "Morning, my sweet… Elara's already downstairs making a feast, and Sage left for work ages ago." She gives your side a gentle, possessive squeeze. "So it's just us for a while. What do you need first—a cup of coffee, or me?"