Chapter 118: Snow, Snow, and more ’Snow’

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Chapter 118: Snow, Snow, and more 'Snow' Sitting downstairs, I warmed up a cup of milk before moving to sit in front of the window, gently rocking back and forth. Looking outside, I found myself growing tired of the serene white landscape outside of our home; it had been a month and a half by this point, and the perpetual blizzards that raged outside made me rather tired of it all. I would consider myself a homebody for sure; I loved being indoors and taking care of my house and family, but I missed the scents of my garden, I missed the wonderful burn of tending to a large field of crops. I just felt extremely pent up, and it was this point that made me realize that Rhefia and Aethisia were suffering much worse than me. The two women were incredibly active, what with their hours of hunting each day topped off with some rough, demanding sex before repeating it the next day. They missed their spars and exercises dearly, and both Deerkin were growing more and more annoyed with each passing day. Each demanded more of the rest of us, escaping their boredom and releasing their energy by pouring it into our bodies, but even for a woman as sexually driven as me, I could barely stand the constant sex. These weeks had leveled me up, sure, but the variety that used to spice our lives was gone, and the longer I stared outside the quicker my own childish anger grew. I wanted to be outside just as much as they did, so I was trying to figure out a way to create an 'outside' for us to use. The main idea on my mind was a pavilion with closed walls on both sides, attached to the front of the house. Leaving the 'front' open, it would provide a large area for the two women to spar and exercise, and I could get them out and away from us for even just an hour or two. Problem was, these blizzards raged on and on, meaning I had little chance to do so. I needed to be able to walk outside and NOT be tossed around by the high speed winds, or frozen by the extremely cold temperatures. I know you... you have mixed feelings... well, that's probably putting it lightly, but I know you don't particularly like the people of Teran. I can't speak on that front, considering I've only met five people native to this world, three of which I... well, three of which are dead. Anyways, off track, but I just wanted to ask if you would grant this little prayer of mine? I mean, you granted me some of your power, or whatever, in the form of the Breeding System, so, forgive me if I'm wrong, but I assume you don't hate all people? Maybe just me, but even so, just... can this blizzard stop for a few minutes? Just a few; enough for me to get that pavilion built so that my wife and our daughter can have somewhere to exercise. Again, I honestly have no idea if you're listening, if you hear this and you don't care, or what, but I just thought I mind as well try, y'know? Oh, and before I forget, if you can hear this, Lady Reincantra asked me to ask you why you aren't responding to her? Don't kill the messenger please! I don't know what's going on between you two, but I just... owe her and you, so I wanted to leave you her message... anyways, uhm... yeah, please let this blizzard abate for a few minutes? Thank you in advance, and I hope... I hope you're doing well? Have a good... day? Lady Demetra. Thanks again for the Breeding System... Goodbye...' Opening my eyes, I unfolded my hands and sighed, grabbing my cup and continuing to look out the window. Even now I could hear Camara's moans as her sister continued to use her body for relief, while Yiksa and Kalia moaned from upstairs as they tried to satiate the older Deerkin's lustful appetite. In a few minutes, if nothing happened, I would go and help Camara for a while, before taking my spot under my wife for the remainder of the night, hoping that a few activations of {Exhaustive Womb} would put her to sleep... Sipping on the milk, I sighed as a minute passed and the snow continued to fall, each flake fat and fluffy as they swirled to the ground. Time continued to pass, and I let out a wry chuckle as I finished the cup, getting up and moving over to the kitchen. Washing it out, I was about to talk to myself when I gasped, my eyes glued to the window above the small sink. The wind had receded, and not a single flurry fell from the white clouds above. My prayer had been answered, and after a wide grin and a swift thanks, I rushed to the front door and went outside, staying true to my own prayer.

Chapter 118: Snow, Snow, and more ’Snow’

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