Wake up in a good mood

In your dreams, you hear the voices of Blythe and Lia whispering above you. At some point, visions of them start to come into focus, and a scene is laid out. In their matching nightgowns, the girls sit to either side of you, looking down on your impressive body with hungry eyes. Dream-Lia’s fingers absentmindedly trace over your chiseled abs, while Dream-Blythe fondles your growing erection through your pants. Their voices are faint, but you are able to pick out pieces of the conversation here and there. Blythe teases Lia for her wandering fingers, and Lia shoots back, pointing out that the horny elf is no better than her. It’s at this point that Blythe adjusts your pants and frees your rock hard manhood from its prison. Your member bounces eagerly in the palm of her hand, and the elf playfully shows off your cock to the stunned catkin. Fragments of the girls’ whispered conversation become clearer as you’re taken by the pleasant feeling of Blythe gently rubbing your shaft.

“…want to make him feel good, right? All you have to do…” Dream-Blythe wraps her fingers around your rod and starts stroking you off a little faster. This goes on for a minute or two, all while Dream-Lia sits and watches the elf work. The catkin is completely enraptured by the act, and eventually her curious fingers drift south from your abs.

“…shouldn’t be doing this… still sleeping.” Despite her protests, Dream-Lia has taken over the task of stroking your cock. Her technique is timid and clumsy, making for a lousy handjob, but it improves quickly thanks to Blythe’s coaching.

“…not mind waking up to something like this. Besides, can you even…”

“Sh-shut up, you made me —”

The pleasant sensation of Lia’s fingers stroking your hard-on disappears the instant that her words are cut off, and you suddenly become more aware of your surroundings: the warmth of the mattress, the refreshing breeze coming in through the window, and the sounds of the villagers outside, getting started with another day. Before you can open your eyes, you’re surprised to feel the handjob from your dream starting up once again. The bed shifts under you, and you can now feel the breath of someone by your ear.

“Good morning, Evan,” says Blythe. You turn your head towards the voice and open your eyes, finding the buxom elf lying beside you in her beige nightgown. Her eyes shine like emeralds in the morning light, reminding you of their intoxicating beauty.

“Good morning,” you reply before cupping the blonde’s cheek and pulling her in for a kiss. The fingers gliding up and down your erection respond to the kiss by slowly coming to a halt. You figure that it must be the lingering sensation from your dream, slowly fading away. However, the fingers return with vengeance by giving your stiff rod a quick, painfully hard squeeze. The pain jolts you fully awake, and you quickly pull back from the elf to look down towards your nether region.

Only then do you realize that what you thought was a dream must have all been real. Sitting beside you on the bed, looking down at your shocked expression while her fingers are gently wrapped around your cock, is Lia. The black-haired catkin’s heterochromatic eyes are narrowed, and her tail is swishing erratically under her dress. Your brain goes into overdrive to figure out why she’s upset, but it really doesn’t take that long to figure out: here she was jerking you off, and the first thing you did was start making out with Blythe. Obviously that would piss her off, you think.

Her irritation quickly fades once she has your attention, though. With your eyes now on her, Lia is suddenly petrified like a deer in headlights. Her frozen state lasts until her eyes flick towards her own fingers, wrapped scandalously around your erect manhood. Once she sees that, she releases your meat rod, places both of her hands in her lap, and turns to stare intensely out the window. Blythe, witnessing Lia’s reaction alongside you, stifles a giggle before sitting up and hugging the embarrassed catkin from the side. Lia doesn’t return the hug, but her body’s tension does gradually ease as the seconds tick by. Eventually, she is able to look your way again, albeit still quite red in the face.

“Um… good morning, Evan,” says Lia. “Did that… hurt? I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you say, sitting up and making it a three-person hug. You give Lia a nice, long kiss of her own, then turn to Blythe and give her another quick peck on the lips. “It wasn’t very fair of you to distract me like that when Lia was trying so hard.” You smirk at the naughty elf, who blushes deeply in response. “As a punishment, you’re going to go and get the morning report from Scarlett. Wait for me by the mage’s cell when you’re done; I’ll be paying her a visit, soon.” Blythe pouts at the order, as if silently asking whether or not she really has to leave. You give her one final kiss, this time on the forehead. “You can stay once I teach you girls how to share. For now, do as I say.”

With that definitive answer, Blythe amicably admits defeat and releases Lia from her embrace. She then gracefully gets off the bed, changes into her old, tattered outfit, and excuses herself to go and find Scarlett. After the curtain over the doorway falls back into place, you turn your attention back to Lia, who now has a determined look on her face.

“What is it?” you ask.

With little hesitation, Lia wraps her fingers gently around your softening erection again, bringing it almost immediately back to life. “Lay back down,” she says. “I want to play with this some more.”

You smile at the catkin’s command. What has gotten into her this morning?