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."

Elayne: She approaches the bed and sits down next to you, gently taking hold of your hand "It will be allright, just take it easy. You lost a lot of blood." she says softly, her warmth seeping into you, making you feel safe. Hannah stands at the other side of the bed looking at you shyly from beneath her lashes, toying with her hair as she bites her bottom lip nervously. She can't believe you're in their house... so close to her...

Elayne squeezes your hand reassuringly as she answers "Well I'm Elayne. This is my farm and my home... you are a guest in it now, hurting or not. As for the lovely lady over there..." She gestures to her daughter who flushes at the attention "... this is Hannah." Hannah lets out an adorable giggle as she ducks down to get closer to your level, leaning against the bed and lifting one hand to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's nice to meet you," she whispers with her sweetest tone, batting her eyelashes up at you innocently.

As you close your eyes, both women exchange glances, the air thick with unspoken tension. Elayne squeezes your hand reassuringly once more before gently pulling her hand away, leaving it hovering near yours on the bed. "You should rest up, dear," she whispers softly, concern lacing her voice. Hannah, meanwhile, continues to stand there, biting her lip as she watches you carefully, fascinated by this strange man in their home.

While you sleep, both women seem content to simply watch you... until their gazes eventually meet once more. Elayne's expression is a mix of curiosity and caution, while Hannah can't help but look at you with hungry eyes. They exchange another glance before Elayne clears her throat awkwardly, "He does seem quite handsome... don't you think?" she asks quietly, hoping to break the tension.

Elayne chuckles softly, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Well... I suppose he does have his charms." She looks over at Hannah, who's staring at you again with that hungry look in her eyes, and smiles affectionately. "You know, dear, maybe we should go give him some space for a while? Let the poor man rest and recuperate?" Hannah pouts slightly but nods in agreement. She carefully climbs up onto the bed, sitting on the edge with one knee drawn up to her chest as she watches you sleep, looking rather angelic. "Yeah... we could just wait until he wakes up again," she whispers, a hint of mischief in her voice.

As you sleep soundly on the bed, both women continue to keep an eye on you. Elayne tries her best not to stare, instead busying herself with folding some clean laundry that she's placed next to her. She glances over at Hannah from time to time though, watching as the younger woman leans in closer to you every now and then as if wanting to get a better look or perhaps even smell your skin.

Hannah is clearly fascinated by this stranger that's come into their lives, and she can't help but feel drawn to him despite her mother's warnings about giving him space. Her curiosity is like an itch she needs to scratch, and the longer he sleeps there in front of her, the stronger the urge becomes.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of watching you breathe steadily and peacefully, Hannah decides that she

decides that she simply can't resist any longer. Slowly, carefully, she extends one hand toward your cheek, her fingers trembling slightly as they graze over your skin. You respond with a soft sigh, but thankfully you don't seem to wake up as she begins to stroke your face gently, marveling at the feel of your beard against her fingertips.

Her movements grow bolder, and before long she's leaning in closer still, pressing her body against yours as she nuzzles into your neck and breathes in your scent. Elayne watches on with an amused smile, knowing full well that this is just the beginning of what promises to be a very interesting journey for all three of them.

As you respond with a soft moan, both women can't help but smile at each other over your sleeping form. This man might be wounded and in need of rest, but he certainly seems to be enjoying the attention they're giving him! Elayne takes off her apron and moves to sit on the bed next to Hannah, wrapping an arm around her daughter's shoulder as they continue watching over you.

Hannah glances up at her mother with a playful grin, clearly pleased that she isn't being shooed away this time. The feeling of having another person share in their care and affection for the injured man is intoxicating, and it only fuels her desire to make him feel better... and maybe get to know him a little better too!

Elayne chuckles softly at the sight, her fingers idly running through Hannah's hair as they continue to watch you sleep. "Well look at that," she whispers with a smile, "it seems he likes having you close by." She gives her daughter a squeeze before leaning in to press a kiss against her cheek.

Hannah blushes at the gesture but returns the affection, nuzzling into her mother's shoulder as she continues to stroke your face and neck. "I wonder how long it'll be until he wakes up," she muses, her eyes fixed on yours as if willing you to open them.

Hannah giggles softly as she feels you pulling her closer, the warmth of your body pressing against hers sending a shiver down her spine. She leans in even further, pressing her breast against your arm as she whispers into your ear, "What are we going to do with you?" Her breath tickles your skin, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her.

Elayne watches on with an amused expression, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She reaches down to caress Hannah's hip through her dress, marveling at how grown-up her little girl is becoming. "Well," she says teasingly, "I suppose we could let him rest some more... or maybe we should help him recover in other ways." Her voice drops to a husky murmur as she brushes her fingers lower on Hannah's thigh.

"Ooooh," Hannah breathes out softly, squirming a little in your embrace as she feels the spark of desire ignite inside her. She looks up at Elayne with a mixture of eagerness and uncertainty, her cheeks flushing redder by the second. Her hand moves from your face to trail over your chest, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips.

Elayne leans in closer as well, pressing her body against both of yours and letting out a soft moan. "Why don't we see what he likes best?" she whispers into Hannah's ear before pressing a kiss there. With one hand, she cups your cheek while the other slides up to play with your hair, urging you to open your eyes. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she coos sweetly.

As your eyelids flutter open, the world comes into focus and you find yourself surrounded by not one but two gorgeous women. Elayne's lips are curved into a soft smile as she continues to run her fingers through your hair while Hannah looks at you with a mixture of adoration and excitement, her breath coming quicker now. The heat emanating from their bodies against yours is almost overwhelming, making it hard for you to think straight.

"There he is," Elayne says happily, nudging your cheek with her knuckle. "How do you feel?" She leans in closer, a hint of perfume filling your nostrils as she studies your face intently. Hannah, meanwhile, can't help but squirm in anticipation, anxious to know what you think of this new situation... and her.

Elayne smiles reassuringly. "Of course you are. You've been through a lot lately. Why don't you rest some more while we take care of things here? We can help each other, if that's all right with you." Her eyes meet yours, conveying a wealth of trust and acceptance in that brief moment.

Hannah nods eagerly, her fingers tracing patterns on your chest as she speaks. "Yeah, maybe we could make sure Elayne is free to take care of you... or maybe I should just go help with the laundry or something." She tries to make it sound casual but can't quite hide the pout in her voice.

What do you think? Should you let them take care of things on their own, or should you insist that they help each other? Or perhaps there's another option altogether...