Chapter 74: Rest and Thinking.
(Celia’s POV)
Laying down with Lia, I was very content right now. It wasn’t my full family, sure, and not every one of my wives was here. But I still felt warmth from Lia, and that is something that I am very, very grateful for.
Lia: “Would you hate me if… I said that would prefer to just be your bed warmer?” She asked with a shy tone.
Celia: “You can do whatever you wish. And once we are living in Home, we won’t have to fight, and we can live as we please.” I reply, lovingly rubbing her head.
Lia: “I mean, yeah. I have many things that I am interested in, sure. I would just like, as selfish as it sounds, to just relax and be there for you when you get home.” She replied with an embarrassed tone.
Celia: “Then just do that, I do not mind in the least. For now, we have everything under our control. If things keep going this well, then we should easily win this silly game.” I reply with a giggle.
Fighting was never really Lia style, anyway. In fact, her not wanting to fight… is the main reason why I gave her that item that made her immortal. Since then, I haven’t come across another one of those, and even Sava and God cannot find one.
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But I do not regret my choice in giving it to her. Lia is the type to… as kinda odd as it sounds, to just stay at home. Though a noble, she was always clearly very antisocial, or at least introverted.
Lia: “It’s selfish, though…” She said with a remorseful tone.
Celia: “It is, yes. But who cares? Lia, with me here to protect you, you can do what you please. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise.” I say in a stern but loving tone.
Lia: “Okay, I will do just that then.” She replied with a happy smile, soon shoving her head into my bountiful breasts, nuzzling them like a cute kitten.
While she enjoyed her boobie time, I was lost in thought. Quen was from our universe, and she also had some of those strings on her. Was this a direct connection set up by that Will, or was it something that doesn’t concern us? It is hard to say for sure…
Faith: “You’re so doting on your wives…” She said with a pout.
Celia: “Who else should I dote on like this?” I reply.
Faith: “Me, me, me!” She exclaimed.
Celia: “…”
Faith: “Look… I need some pampering too! Just as your sister, for now. Please?” She pleaded.
With a sigh, and ignoring that “for now” part of her sentence, I closed my eyes. When I opened them up, I was in some regal room within my soul. Sitting on the bed was the pouty child, Faith. She was dressed up in a nightgown, but it wasn’t that revealing.
Faith: “Come on…” She said with a longing tone, patting the bed under her.
Pulling me to the bed, Faith then did as Lia did, and shoved her head into my breasts. Though, she didn’t do it in a sexual manner. Right now, Faith was clearly wanting some maternal, or perhaps sisterly, love. If so, I am more than willing to give that to her. Dear sister of mine, please get pampered by me!