'SHIT. SHE FELT IT. SHE DEFINITELY FELT IT.'
Hawke's face burned with embarrassment even in the freezing cold. Heat rose to his neck, his ears, his forehead. If there had been the slightest light in the cave, he would have been red as fire.
But the hand returned.
This time moving up his stomach.
Another hand appeared on the other side, following the same path. Symmetrical. Coordinated.
Two hands. Two people. One on each side.
The hands moved up his chest, slowly, exploring. And then their bodies drew closer, settling, one on each side of him.
He felt a warmth.
A warm and wonderful body heat.
Skin rubbing against skin, body against body.
He doubted there was anything better than body heat warming him at that moment, he was wrong.
He felt their comforting breasts.
On one side, large. VERY large. So soft and warm, pressing against his ribs through the thin leather strip that barely covered them. The volume was so great it seemed to overflow, to spread, to occupy space. Yuka, it had to be. It could only be her.
On the other side, smaller. Still generous, but definitely smaller than the natural phenomenon beside him. Yet firm, pressing against his flank, the curve perfectly fitting the curve of his body; Kaira.
'This… this can't be real. I'm dreaming. I have to be dreaming.'
But the hard stone ground beneath him was very real. The uncomfortable points of the rock on his back were very real. The cold that still touched the uncovered parts of his body was very real.
And the warmth of the two women pressed against him was VERY real.
He felt their breath. On each side. Warm, soft, rhythmic. Against his neck. Against his face.
"I finally found you."
Kaira's voice whispered close to his ear. Her warm breath caressed his skin.
"I told you I wouldn't let you get cold."
"T-thank you." His voice came out trembling, somewhat hoarse. He couldn't control it. He wondered how they had located him in that darkness.
'Okay. This is happening. I'm literally lying between two semi-nude women. This is... this is...'
He didn't know if it was the best moment of his life or the most embarrassing. Probably both simultaneously.
Yuka's soft breasts pressed closer to him as she settled in, finding the perfect fit. The movement made the softness squeeze, mold, adapt.
Kaira put her arm over his chest, her hand resting on the other side, almost caressing Yuka's shoulder.
'Enjoy the moment. Just... enjoy it. For an unlucky guy like me, this will probably never happen again.'
Hawke closed his eyes, even in the absolute darkness, and tried to appreciate every sensation. The warmth. The softness. The weight of their bodies. Their scent, a mixture of earth and sweat and something slightly floral, natural, which must have come from the plants they used or just from their skin, was somehow good.
The body gradually relaxed. The muscles, tense since the hands had appeared, began to give way.
It was almost perfect.
Until guilt struck.
'Wait. Weren't they with the old lady?'
The image formed in his mind. The three women, before going to sleep, huddled together in their corner. Grandma in the middle, Yuka on one side, Kaira on the other. Sharing the large skin.
'If they're here, then the old woman is alone in there. Shit.'
The image of the old woman huddled alone in the cold of the cave appeared vividly in his mind. The frail body, the protruding bones, the thin skin. Trembling alone.
'She's going to freeze. She's going to die of cold. And it's going to be my fault indirectly.'
He couldn't relax. He couldn't let the poor old woman die just because he wanted to snuggle up with two hotties.
"You left the old woman alone?" he whispered, his voice low. "I mean... can she stand this cold? Won't she... won't she get sick?"
The two girls gave a light laugh.
Their breaths beside him continued for a moment.
Then Hawke felt other hands.
Not as delicate as Kaira's and Yuka's. Wrinkled, rough, and old. They climbed up his legs, his ankles, his shins, and his knees.
'What?'
His stomach. His ribs. And then a weight. A body crawling over him, settling right on his chest.
"Missed me, boy?"
The old woman's voice. Right in his face.
"AAAAH!"
The scream came out before he could control it. High-pitched and frightened, totally unmanly. It echoed through the cave, hit the walls, and bounced back.
Kaira and Yuka burst into muffled laughter.
"Shhhhh!" Kaira whispered between laughs, her hand covering her mouth. "You'll wake the men!"
The men, however, continued snoring. Duggi snored loudly, a deep, rhythmic sound. Kuggi made strange noises, a mixture of snoring and whistling. Tairo mumbled something in his sleep, turned to his side, and continued sleeping.
They were heavy sleepers. Impossible to wake. They were very tired.
The old woman settled on top of him like a cat searching for the best spot. Her bony knees pressed against his ribs, uncomfortably pointed. Her elbows found random places. She moved, turned, adjusted. She was lighter than she looked, and well, she already looked quite light.
"Nice and warm," she murmured, her voice full of satisfaction. "Much better than cold stone."
'Lucky moment, huh? Changed from a good dream to a nightmare. IT HAD TO HAPPEN.'
The old woman was there. Lying on top of him. Light as a feather, but infinitely more disturbing. Her gray head resting on his chest. Her wrinkled hands resting on his shoulders. Her frail body warming in the heat he radiated.
Kaira was still laughing softly, her body shaking against his side. Yuka, too, her muffled laughter making her enormous breasts sway against his ribs.
"Surprise!" Yuka whispered, her voice animated. "We'll all keep you warm!"
"How... how lucky I am."
The voice came out without any emotion. Flat, empty, and defeated.
Grandma shifted again, finding an even more comfortable position. Her head nestled better against his chest. One of her hands reached out, absentmindedly stroking Kaira's shoulder.
"Sleep, dear." The old woman's voice came out sleepy. "Tomorrow is a long trip."
And she began to snore.
Snoring at that point wouldn't bother him; the men snored louder than the old woman, so her snoring was the least of his problems.
Hawke stood there, completely still. Trapped under three women of very different ages. Processing how life had reached exactly this point.
From escaping dinosaurs to being an old lady's human pillow. What an incredible evolution.
Kaira tightened her embrace. Her breasts pressed more firmly against his side. Her arm, over her chest, pulled Yuka closer as well.
Yuka did the same on the other side. Her enormous breasts pressed against his ribs, soft, warm, present.
This made Hawke forget all his problems up to that point; he had nothing to complain about. He began to feel sleepy, of course, he was tired, and now the cold that had prevented him from falling asleep had been eliminated. Instead, he felt warm now. Very warm, in fact. More than enough. Almost too much. His body, previously freezing, was now enveloped in layers of feminine warmth.
'Well... at least I won't freeze.'
The thought was half ironic, half resigned, half grateful.
The breathing of the three women around him was a constant rhythm. Grandma's, on his chest, rising and falling. Kaira's, beside her, soft and calm. Yuka's, on the other side, was a little faster.
He closed his eyes.