The cabin was perfectly warm, heated by the small alchemical lanterns.
"Haah…"
Klaus unbuckled his heavy leather weapon belt, letting his massive Soul Broadsword clatter against the floorboards.
He then kicked off his combat boots, shedding his dark shirt until he was wearing nothing but his trousers.
He walked over to the back corner of the room.
Mirela and Anya were sleeping peacefully on the heavy, salvaged fur mattress.
Since they were already situated in the center, Klaus simply lifted the thick edge of the blankets and slid his massive frame onto the mattress beside them.
The moment his burning hot skin touched the furs, Mirela instinctively reacted in her sleep.
Driven by a subconscious desperate need for his warmth, the demi-human maid shifted closer.
She threw one of her bare, perfectly toned legs directly over his hips, burying her face into his broad chest with her long tail wrapping securely around his ankle.
'So fucking cute…'
Klaus didn't push her away.
