Tharja frowned as Morgan cried in her hand, it was stupid of her to assume that an innocent boy such as Morgan would be into something as perverse as vore.
“You have been through so much my precious Morgan, but don’t worry I’m here for you.” Tharja hugged Morgan to her large breasts, the small boy slipped into her bosom due to Tharja not gripping onto the bluenette.
While normally Morgan would blush and protest to being surrounded by boob flesh, the young tactician was too exhausted to complain about his new location.
“Rest my darling I’ll keep you safe,” Tharja purrs as Morgan instinctively snuggled up to woman. Morgan’s crying died down the soft flesh and the warmth of her body comforted him, his worries fading away,
Tharja sighed and gently sat down on her cot making sure not to jostle the little sweetheart.
Morgan slipped deeper into Tharja’s cleavage so that he was hidden from sight, the boy didn’t seem to be concerned about it.
As Tharja looked down at her boobs she knew her plans for the day are going to be out on hold, for now her priorities were Morgan. First she needed keep Morgan safe harm, anything could be a potential threat to the youngling, Secondly she needed to find a cure for Morgan’s size, while he looked absolutely adorable at this size Tharja knew that was no way to live. Finally Tharja needed to get revenge on Severa, the foolish girl would have to know that there would be severe consequences to attempting to hurt her darling Morgan, Tharja considered getting Aversa involved in the revenge plot.
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