Morning light spilled through the curtains in soft gold bands across the bed. I woke to the warm weight of Miko draped over me, her bare breasts pressed to my chest, cat ears twitching with excitement. She wore nothing but a tiny black lace bra and matching panties that barely covered anything, the thin straps framing the soft stripe of fur that ran down her belly. Her tail curled lazily around my thigh, the tip flicking back and forth like she couldn't sit still.
"Morning, husband-to-be," she purred, voice husky and bright. "The venue confirmed the clearing, the caterer sent the final menu, and Sara said she can close the shop early for the ceremony. Everything's almost ready."
She rocked her hips once, slow and deliberate, grinding the damp heat of her pussy against the growing bulge in my boxers. "I've been wet thinking about it since I woke up. So… fuck me?"
I didn't need to be asked twice.
I sat up against the headboard, pulling her into my lap. Miko yanked my boxers down just enough, freed my cock, and sank down in one slick glide. She was soaked, velvet-tight, and she didn't ease into it—she rode me rough from the first second. Hips slamming, claws digging into my shoulders, cat ears pinned flat as she bounced hard enough to make her breasts jiggle and the bed creak.
"Fuck—yes—harder," she gasped, tail lashing behind her.
I gripped her ass, guiding her, meeting every downward thrust until her walls fluttered and she came with a choked moan, soaking my lap.
I flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up so her ass was high and her chest pressed to the sheets. She arched perfectly, tail curling high, presenting that dripping pussy like a gift. I drove in deep from behind, back shots, the wet slap of skin and fur filling the room. Every thrust made her claws shred the sheets and her ears flick wildly.
"Gonna—cum again—" she whimpered.
I fucked her through it, then pulled out, cock glistening.
Miko spun around on her knees, eyes glowing gold, and took me into her mouth without hesitation. She swallowed me to the hilt, throat relaxing, tongue working the underside as she bobbed fast and deep. One hand cupped my balls, the other stroked what she couldn't fit. I lasted maybe thirty seconds before I groaned her name and came hard, pulsing straight down her throat. She swallowed every drop, licked me clean, and sat back on her heels with a satisfied little smirk, ears perked and tail swaying.
"Best morning workout ever," she said, voice hoarse. She kissed the tip of my cock, then slipped off the bed. "Shower. Don't burn the eggs."
I lay there for a second, catching my breath, then pulled on sweats and headed down the hall.
The twins' room was quiet when I opened the door. Ava was already awake, toddling around the play mat in her little onesie, hiding behind the rocking chair every few steps like it was the best game in the world. Caz sat in the middle of the crib, staring at the wall with wide golden eyes, ears flat. He looked… off. Like he'd seen a ghost.
I lifted them both out. Ava squealed happily and buried her face in my neck. Caz stayed stiff in my arms, tiny claws gripping my shirt, gaze fixed on the hallway.
Miko stepped out of the bathroom a minute later, towel wrapped around her, damp fur sleek and shining, cat ears perked. Caz's head snapped toward her. He lifted one tiny paw and pointed straight at the bedroom door, then at me, then back at the door. His little face was serious, almost accusing.
Miko blinked. "What's with him today?"
I shrugged, setting the twins down on the rug. "Been like that since I got them. Staring, pointing. Ava's just playing hide-and-seek with the furniture like usual."
Miko crouched, towel slipping a little, and ruffled Caz's hair. "You okay, baby? Did you have a bad dream?"
Caz kept pointing, ears twitching, but said nothing.
We carried them to the kitchen. I made scrambled eggs, toast, and sliced fruit while Miko fed them yogurt. Halfway through breakfast, Caz looked up from his bowl, met my eyes, and opened his mouth.
"Hi," he said, clear as a bell.
Ava, who had been hiding half her face behind her high-chair tray, popped up and echoed him with a bright little smile.
"Hi!"
Miko's spoon clattered to the table. My heart stopped, then exploded.
"Oh my God—" Miko snatched them both into her arms, laughing and crying at the same time, cat ears straight up. "Their first words! Both of them! Hi!"
I dropped the spatula, wrapped my arms around all three of them, laughing so hard my chest hurt. "Hi, babies. Hi."
We spent the next ten minutes saying "hi" back and forth like idiots, kissing tiny cheeks, tails and ears flicking with pure joy. Even Caz looked a little less haunted, though he still kept glancing toward the bedroom.
When the excitement finally settled, Miko wiped her eyes and stood. "I'm going into town today. I need to find my wedding dress before everything else gets crazy."
I pulled my wallet from the counter, counted out seven crisp 100-euro notes, and pressed them into her paw. "Seven hundred. Buy whatever makes you feel beautiful. Take the whole day. Enjoy yourself."
She kissed me slow and deep, tasting like coffee and happiness. "I will. I'll call Elena and Sylvia right now—they've been dying to help pick it out."
She grabbed her phone, already dialing as she headed for the bedroom to change, tail swaying with excitement.
I watched her go, heart full, the twins still babbling "hi" at each other across the table.
For the first time in weeks, everything felt almost perfect.