After hours of endless exchange, milk flowing in every direction—the rhythm eventually slowed.
Fauna's body was the first to give out.
Her breaths came in heavy, exhausted pants; her arms trembled when she tried to lift them again.
Anya wasn't far behind—her eyelids drooping, cheeks flushed, stomach visibly rounded from how much milk she'd swallowed.
Both women were utterly spent, their once-eager movements now sluggish and weak.
Meanwhile, Mika, still brimming with energy, looked down at them with a soft, knowing smile.
"Alright, you two." He murmured, voice low and warm. "That's enough for tonight."
He gathered them both in his arms—Fauna on his right, Anya on his left and carried them to the bedroom nearby.
He tossed them gently onto the soft sheets; they landed with little muffled sounds of surprise, then immediately curled into him the moment he climbed in after them.
