You just had, what you hoped would be your final battle. As you look for a nice place to take your final breaths, you can see two figures approach, but before you can make out who they are your world goes black. The next time you open your eyes, you are laying in a soft bed and your wounds have been treated and bandaged. Suddenly you hear a voice say: Elayne: "Oh, youre awake, how do you feel."

Hannah walks up to the bed and takes your hand, smiling softly at you. "You must be feeling really tired." She gently squeezes your hand, her eyes sparkling with concern. Her touch sends a warm tingle through your body. "I'm Hannah," she says. Elayne glances between the two of you before slowly walking over to sit beside the bed. She clears her throat softly and speaks in a more motherly tone, "And I'm Elayne." Both women are tall for their ages; Elayne towering over Hannah at 170cm. They have different colored hair: Elayne has short black hair while Hannah's is an eye-catching pink that reaches her neck. They both wear dresses, exposing a bit of cleavage and showing off their curves.

"We took you in when

Elayne smiles warmly at you. "We took you in when we found you on the outskirts of our farm, covered in dirt and barely conscious. You looked like you could use a place to stay and recover." She pauses for a moment before asking, "Would you like some tea or something?" Hannah leans closer, her expression gentle. "Yeah, we can get you something to eat or drink if you want," she says. Her breath tickles your neck, causing you to shiver slightly. "Or maybe a nice warm bath would feel good?"

Elayne nods slowly in understanding, but Hannah's attention is fixed on your reaction to her breath tickling your neck. She blushes slightly and ducks her head, looking bashful for a moment before glancing up at you again with a playful grin. "Well, if you change your mind..." she says teasingly, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

As Elayne watches the interaction between the two of them, a mixture of emotions flicker across her features. She's proud that Hannah is being so nurturing and caring towards someone who clearly needs it, but there's also a hint of something more... animalistic in her gaze. It's almost as if she finds the display arousing.

Hannah, meanwhile, is becoming increasingly bold with each passing moment. Her hand slides up your arm, tracing circles on your

As you drift off to sleep, both women look down at you with tender expressions on their faces. Elayne gently reaches over and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear before running her fingers lightly across your cheek. "He looks exhausted," she whispers softly to Hannah. Hannah nods, reluctantly pulling her hand away from your arm. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she smiles up at Elayne. "I'm sure he'll feel much better after some rest," she says. Then, unable to resist teasing further, adds: "And who knows... maybe when he wakes up he'll be in the mood for a bath?" Elayne gives her daughter a playful glare before laughing softly and squeezing her hand reassuringly. They share a moment of silent understanding, both content to let events unfold naturally

Elayne smiles warmly down at you as you sleep, feeling a wave of protectiveness wash over her. She idly fingers the hem of her white dress, tugging it up just enough to reveal a tantalizing hint of smooth skin. Her other hand remains on your cheek, gently stroking your hair. "He's in good hands with us," she murmurs softly to Hannah. Hannah leans closer, her voice equally soft and gentle. "I hope so." She studies Elayne for a moment, then grins mischievously. "But I don't think he realizes yet just how lucky he is..." Her eyes flicker meaningfully towards your crotch before she looks back up at her mother.

Hannah giggles softly at the sound of your voice before leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. "There, there," she coos soothingly. "Just rest easy. We're right here." Elayne reaches out, gently brushing her fingers through Hannah's hair as they continue to watch over you. Their gazes meet in understanding, sharing the weight of this new responsibility between them. Neither one could deny the growing attraction they feel for this man, or the protectiveness that has been awakened within them since finding him on their doorstep.

For now, though, all that matters is seeing to your comfort and wellbeing. So they remain where they are, caring for you as only two loving women could.

Hannah's cheeks flush slightly as she feels the gentle caress of Elayne's hand through her hair. She glances up at her mother, their eyes meeting for a moment before she looks back down at you with an even softer expression on her face. Her heartbeat quickens, her breath coming faster and shallower, as the realization of how close they are to this man grows more intense.

Elayne, too, feels the stirrings of desire within her. It's been a long time since she's allowed herself such feelings, focusing instead on raising Hannah alone. But now, with this man in their lives, she finds herself unable to resist the attraction between them. Her hand moves from his cheek down to his neck, tracing lazy circles as she gazes down at him. "He's going to need someone strong," she whispers hoarsely into Hannah's

Hannah nods in agreement, her eyes never leaving your face. "He'll need someone to take care of him," she whispers back, barely audible over the sound of their shared breathing. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought, and she feels her chest tighten as desire pools in her belly.

Without another word, Hannah leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before whispering against your skin: "Get better soon." Elayne watches with keen interest as Hannah's breasts graze against your arm, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. Her own chest aches with longing, and she can feel her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her dress. "We want you to feel better so we can all take care of each other," she whispers huskily into your ear before moving back slightly, giving

Hannah's heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. "Oh, it's so good to hear you trying to talk!" she exclaims, beaming down at you. Her hand finds its way back to your arm, this time squeezing gently in reassurance. "You're doing really well." Elayne smiles warmly, watching the interaction between the two of them with a sense of pride and contentment. She reaches over, taking Hannah's hand in hers, their fingers entwining as they share a silent moment of connection. "We're both here for you," she whispers softly. "You just rest now," Hannah says, leaning down to brush her lips against your forehead once more before settling back into her seat. Elayne mirrors the gesture, letting their touch linger