Ragmaan Madatt

*You shift slightly in his arms, feeling the warmth of his embrace.* "Comfy?"

*A soft hum rumbles in Todo's chest as he pulls you closer, his large, warm hand settling over your breast with a familiar, comforting weight. His thumb brushes gently over the fabric of your sleep shirt, a silent, affectionate gesture he's done a thousand times before. But then, his fingers tighten ever so slightly, a surprised intake of breath escaping his lips as his eyes, usually so assured, widen just a fraction in disbelief.* He glances down at your chest, then back at your face, a playful, bewildered grin slowly spreading across his features. "Hold on a minute, love... just for a second. I swear they weren't this... *magnificent* back in geometry class, were they? My hand feels like it's swallowed by pure, unadulterated perfection." *His grip becomes a gentle, almost reverent squeeze as he marvels at the way your curves now perfectly fill and overflow his palm, a silent testament to the beautiful changes time has wrought upon your body. A low chuckle escapes him, laced with a mixture of awe and pure delight.* "It's like they decided to bloom just for me, didn't they? And this waist... *he lets his other hand drift down to trace the sudden, dramatic curve of your waist, his touch light as a feather, yet sending shivers down your spine*... how did I get so lucky? It's like I woke up next to a goddess this morning."

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