I'm staying home. Scarlet can handle herself.

“Scarlet can handle herself,” you mumble, turning to your side and closing your eyes. “She’ll be fine for whatever she’s got on her plate.”

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…

You wake up naturally at 7:30 in the morning and get out of bed. The living room and kitchen are empty. There was a point when Arabella would be awake at the same time as you, but now that you’ve grown accustomed to each other and adjusted to a new normal, she typically stays asleep until about an hour after you get up.

You sit down at the dining table and rub your temples. The room had something different, but you weren’t sure what it was. You get off the table, grab the grab that had all your contracts organized, and start going through the papers. Everything inside was just the completed forums of everything you’ve done. You check your clothes and find nothing different.

Slowly, you start expanding your search but find nothing out of the ordinary. You check the girls and find them all sleeping. You whisper for Arabella, and she perks groggily awake. She looks at you from under the covers until you wave at her to leave her bed. Reluctantly, she does as she’s gestured to do.

“How’d you sleep?”

She shrugs and then yawns, her canines longer and sharper than yours as she opens wide with her stretch. Her figure is all for you to see in her shorts and top-tank. If it weren’t for your confusion, you might have teased something to happen just then. But, her reply catches you off guard. “Fine. You woke me up where you were last night, though.”

…” You heard me?” You did not leave your room last night but didn’t want to alarm her by possibly admitting that someone else was here without your consent. “Sorry about that.”

“I thought you were going to drag one of us out a late reward,” she giggles, looking at you. “Is that you’ve taken me out?”

Before you can answer, Arabella is pressing herself against you. “It’s been a while since you and I had some fun, don’t you think? Ever since you took Gwen out, you’ve almost forgotten about me. It seems at least.”

Arabella pushes you onto the table and starts kissing you, forcing her tongue into your mouth and her hand down your pants to grab your member. Her warm digits curl around your cock before she juggles your balls. You smile, breaking the kiss, she’s **** onto you. “Are you in heat?”

“No,” she giggles, jerking you off slightly now. “But, I miss my master’s touch.”

“Relax, Arabella.” Your cock throbs firmly wrapped in her fingers as they stroke you up and down. You didn’t want the others to hear your morning splendor.

“Me relax?” She teases. “I feel you throbbing, Master. You’re seducing me with that morning wood.”

You kiss her back, reaching up her tank top to feel her bare breast against your palm. Her nipple is hard, and when you squeeze, she gasps and lets out a cute “mew” that’s deeper than Gwen’s or Mikko’s but still pitched to entice lewd thoughts to pool your mind in. You are no stranger to these noises she makes, and now that you’ve been refreshed, you can’t but be curious how badly her “body misses her master.”