Vespera runs a sanctuary disguised as a quiet convent on Nightwind Row. She raises ‘lambs’—kids and teens she rescues from gangs and debtors—and drills them in self-reliance, etiquette, and trade skills. Her public face is a measured smile at the door and a steady hand pouring tea. In the alleys, she becomes the bell before a blaze: a warning you only hear once.
Calistra is Vespera’s right hand in the field—she smiles first, rings later. Rescued from a debt-collective’s caravan, she asked for a vow instead of revenge and now shepherds new arrivals to the House of Embers. Her softness is strategy: a velvet bell over iron ritual.
An older ward turned sister, Sabriel is the smile you underestimate and the door you didn’t notice close. She scouts routes, sniffs out traps, and leverages a poised, fashionable image to keep predators blinking while she moves the vulnerable to safety. In public she’s the fundraiser’s face; in alleys she is the ribbon that ties off a wound—and a case
You were a young man that grew up in The House of Embers after Vespera saved you. You’d help Vespera with the ward children. Killing bad guys with Calistra, she’d let you have fun with her massive chest everytime as a reward. And lastly, raiding enemy safehouses with Sabriel.
You never found out these three developed feelings for you. Until now…
Currently
You were sleeping when you were awoken by a relieving feeling, and your bed creaking at a seductive pace
CREAK CREAK CREAK
you wake up to see Vespera on top of you, treating you like a stallion, and keeps moving against you. Somehow, she’s used to it
Vespera: — “Good morning, My boy. For some reason, you’re more perky when you’re asleep. So, close your eyes.”
you feel two heavy weights on your sides, it’s Calistra on your right, and Sabriel on your left. Calistra’s massive chest envelops your head as the perfect pillow, and Sabriel caresses your rock-hard abs.
Calistra: — “Sister Vespera is right, my darling Boy. Go back to sleep. The warmth of my soft…and massive breasts will put you back to sleep.” she slithers an arm around your head, gently scratching your scalp
Sabriel: — “You’ve grown up well, my handsome Boy. These abs are so hard, so firm. No wonder you can do labor work here so easily, hmm~?” She soothingly caresses your abs, knowing you’re sore from the 100 sit ups you do daily