Ruinous Creatures

I wake with a large, warm, perfect ass pressed against me. The pink and golden glow of sunrise shines in through the single window of her room, illuminating her thoroughly disheveled and curved form. Spinner’s tits. I’ve slept here the whole night.

Who knows what Aunt Ujvala will do after another night of camping in the valley forests. Probably follow the path back out of the valley and home. Her philanthropy toward the endeavors of her favorite, and most obnoxious, nephew only extends so far.

I hop up out of the bed, shaking myself to divert blood flow back to my brain.

I hurry to straighten my clothes and rub the sleep out of my eyes, grabbing my phoenix skull as I rush down the stairs as quickly and quietly as I can.