Reincarnated into a Femdom Fantasy World (18+)-Chapter 14: Good morning, pet

Jake stirred awake slowly, the soft embrace of the bed cradling him like a lover reluctant to let go, his body sinking deeper into the plush mattress as consciousness crept in.

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No harsh voices or rough hands had jolted him from sleep—he woke on his own terms, his eyes fluttering open with a languid heaviness, the world beyond his lashes blurry and dreamlike. He stretched a hand to his side, feeling the cool sheets where Veyra and Lyra had been, their chains no longer tugging at his wrist or ankle, and for a fleeting moment, he wondered if it had all been a fevered dream—a bizarre, erotic nightmare spun from his imagination.

But as his vision cleared, the room came into focus: the dark silk walls, the massive bed, the faint starlight replaced by a flood of golden sun through the narrow window. It was real. He sighed, a mix of resignation and disbelief settling into his chest.

He turned his head toward the window, propping himself up on an elbow, and peered out. The room sat high in a tower, the ground far below, and the sun blazed high in a sky of endless cerulean, casting a warm glow over a landscape that was nothing like the world he'd known.

No cement buildings or roaring highways greeted him—only rolling emerald fields and hills dotted with wildflowers, their colors vibrant against the lush green, a winding river snaking through the valley like a silver ribbon, its surface glinting in the light.

In the distance, jagged mountains loomed, their peaks crowned with snow, while strange, iridescent birds soared overhead, their wings shimmering like stained glass. It was a fantasy realm, raw and untamed, its beauty both alien and breathtaking, a stark reminder of how far he'd been torn from his old life.

A pair of familiar voices broke his reverie, pulling his gaze back into the room. "Good morning, pet!" they chimed in unison, bright and teasing.

Jake turned to see Veyra and Lyra at a small wooden table beside the bed, their arms locked in a tense grip, elbows planted firmly as they faced off in an arm-wrestling match.

Veyra's fair skin gleamed with a faint sheen of effort, her crimson hair tied back in a messy bun, her usual leather corset hugging her voluptuous frame, the laces straining slightly as she flexed.

Lyra, though, had shed her sheer robe for a more revealing look—her witch's cloak hung open, the hood down around her shoulders, exposing a tight black lace top that barely covered her pert breasts, the fabric sheer enough to hint at her dark nipples beneath, paired with a skirt slit high on both sides, revealing her slender thighs with every shift. Her glowing eyes strained with effort, her dark hair spilling wild around her face, a contrast to Veyra's calm dominance.

Jake blinked, confusion creasing his brow as he sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist. "What... what are you two doing?" he asked, his voice groggy, his head tilting as he watched them, the absurdity of the scene tugging a faint smile to his lips despite himself.

Veyra grinned, her golden eyes glinting with mischief as she kept Lyra's arm pinned at the center, her biceps bulging under her fair skin. "Just a friendly duel, pet—keeping sharp while you snoozed the morning away," she said, her tone light but smug. With a sudden flex, she slammed Lyra's hand down onto the table with a resounding thud, the wood creaking under the force. "And that's how it's done, b-witch—better luck next time!" she crowed, leaning back with a triumphant laugh, her breasts bouncing slightly in her corset as she trash-talked.

Lyra glared, her glowing eyes narrowing as she rubbed her wrist, her lace top shifting to reveal more of her obscene cleavage. "Oh, shut it, you brute—my magic's worth ten of your meaty arms," she snapped, her voice sharp but playful, her cloak fluttering as she tossed her hair with a dramatic huff.

Jake couldn't help but chuckle, the sight of Lyra's pout and Veyra's exaggerated victory pose—a mock flex of her arm—turning the tension of the past day into something almost comical.

He shook his head, the laughter fading as reality settled back in, and asked, "What time is it, anyway?" His stomach rumbled faintly, a reminder of the missed breakfast.

Lyra glanced at him, her expression softening as she leaned against the table, her skirt riding up slightly. "Nearly noon, pet—well past breakfast," she said, her voice smoother now, a hint of amusement in her glowing eyes.

Veyra nodded, crossing her arms under her chest, the leather creaking as she added, "We let you sleep. You need the rest to fully recover from yesterday. You've got a big day ahead, lots of... activities planned."

Her smirk widened, her golden eyes glinting with a knowing tease, mirrored by Lyra's sly grin, their expressions sending a shiver down Jake's spine, his memory flashing to the relentless hours with Kalia and Mara, the bath with Veyra, the chains last night.

He gulped, swinging his legs over the bed's edge, the sheets sliding away as he muttered, "You should've woken me up—I could've started earlier." His voice wavered, the word activities echoing in his mind, and he recalled Tazka's words from the night before—another woman, a trainer.

Her image flickered into focus: tall, nearly seven feet, with a cheerful smile, an athletic frame rippling with lean muscle, tan skin, short horns, and a bushy tail wagging like a dog's. Her name danced on the edge of his tongue—Lisa? Misa? Lixa?—until it clicked. "Rixa," he said aloud, testing it, then nodding as it settled.

Rixa, the monster-girl trainer, her leather shorts and cropped top clinging to her toned body in his memory, her sultry "Hello~" ringing in his ears. Whatever she had planned, her strength and energy promised it wouldn't be easy.