Early the next morning, Aaron rose early, preparing first to meet the fabulously wealthy merchant Jery Ranstoff.
After rising from the soft, fragrant comforts of Aquitaine Palace, Aaron helped Eleanor deal with Mama Selûne's "excessive blessings," as usual. For now, whenever Aaron was at Eleanor's side, he would certainly be the one to help Miss Cleric resolve the problem of Selûne's blessings.
Well, they were Mama Selûne's blessings, after all. Not only were they rich in nutrients, but a cup a day kept Aaron's loins strong.
"Max out three hundred million right away, refugees, take turns crying down the well~"
After letting it all out, Miss Cleric, flushed and thoroughly satisfied, kept her thighs lightly pressed together as she hummed and fried eggs. Her lovely legs, wrapped in white matte unicorn-fleece pantyhose, ended in a pair of fluffy rabbit slippers. An apron was tied around her waist over her thick cleric's robes, and her long golden hair fell down her back.
She was frying bacon and eggs for Aaron, preparing a breakfast made with love.
And how did Aaron know Miss Cleric was wearing pantyhose today? Because he had helped her put them on.
Meanwhile, Aaron stood beside her, slicing bread and spreading it with butter and cheese. A bottle of freshly expressed milk, faintly yellow in color, already sat on the table.
"Are you meeting that big merchant later?"
Eleanor had yet to come down completely from her earlier peak. With her thighs lightly pressed together and a suspicious blush covering her face, Miss Cleric spoke softly.
Whenever Aaron helped her, Eleanor tended to lose control. As a result, in private with Aaron, she had practically no boundaries left. There was only one place she firmly refused to let him touch. Though she knew perfectly well that breaching that