Having one male brushing her hair and another helping her put her feet wraps makes her feel like a princess.
She's never been so attentively cared for by someone else.
Seeing their dedication makes it hard not to start having feelings for them. She's become very attached to these two males that try their hardest to keep her safe and happy.
Those simple moments make her forget temporarily how cruel this world could be.
The reality that there are many dangers hiding in the dark corners that could take her fragile life away if not for the protection offered by her males.
Depending on someone else feels wrong for her. Being an orphan and having no one to rely on made her learn to be independent since early in life.
Starting to work since she could and saving money for her education. In middle school, she found a shop owned by an old lady that allowed her to work there after school. She helped clean the place and organize things in the shop for a minimal wage since she was working without a contract.
She got hired as a waitress at a coffee shop in high school and also on the weekend would have tutored hours with some younger kids. In college, she kept doing the same but became a waitress in a club at night.
She still can't understand how she survived such a tight-packed schedule and still had good grades.
After graduation, she finally relaxed a little and renounced all her part-time jobs and got time to finally have some fun like a person her age.
She got a good, stable job with a decent income and a much nicer place that she rented. If things were going to keep going that way, she could buy a car next year.
But God got other plans for her.
Being so idle is weird, it's wonderful that she can finally rest and relax, but not having a purpose is making her feel uneasy.
All she can think about are the things she needs to do to not die. But she would rather not live her life like that.
"Are you alright, Sera?" Jared's green eyes looked into mine with worry. He finished tying my shoes, and Jason also braided my hair. They must have felt the shift in my mood.
"I'm fine." I answer shortly and try to think of more positive things. Like the merchant caravan that should be around these days.
"Are you sure? We could go on a walk later." Jason puts the comb back in its place and kneels in front of me and takes my right hand in his. Jared does the same and took my other hand.
Having both of them kneeling at my feet with worry just because I got a bit of a bad mood made me realize how much I matter for the two before my eyes.
I feel far too overwhelmed than I should be. I feel happy that they care so much for me, but also sad for them that I can't return the same feelings for them. How could they love me so easily? I did nothing to deserve it.
"I don't think I want to go out anymore. Let's go back to bed."
I look away from their eyes so full of emotions, I can't handle it right now.
"Alright. Do you want to bring you something to eat?" Jason stands up and helps me to lie down.
"No. Can you shift into your beast forms?"
They both shift and come close to me. I just enjoy the fluffiness of their fur while they rub their big heads against me. They already know how much I love their beast forms and how easy it is to get pets and kisses while in it.
It's simply therapeutic cuddling with two big fluffy cats.
We wasted the rest of the day in bed while spending time together. We ate some fish caught by the fish baskets and turned in early. The next morning I didn't really have an appetite and just had some fruit.
The two males worked together on smoking meat while I lazed in my fur pile under the tree.
I feel very annoyed for no reason and even fluffy hugs don't seem to work.
I keep twirling a strand of hair with my finger, lost in thoughts.
The silky texture of my hair can't help but make it more pleasant to just run my fingers through it.
I often find myself playing with some of it when I am doing nothing. My males also seem to like it just as much as me.
The great difference between the way my hair feels and looks can't help but remind me of the changes that being in this world brought to me.
I am no longer the old Sera.
I can't be. For me to live a good life here, I need to accept that.
My old world values and customs have no place in such an uncivilized and backwards place like this.
Trying to change the way people live and think is close to impossible.
Remaining monogamous would only bring me an early death.
Having males stop fighting each other for a mate is impossible since there are so few females. The competition is just too big.
This world is run by the survival of the fittest.
If males are not strong enough, they can't compete with other males for prey, for a female or mating rights.
If a male kills another, then it's the dead male's fault that he was weak.
That's how everyone sees things here.
Even if from my perspective, things are wrong according to my world's upbringing, I can't change it. If I start criticizing others for things that here are the norm, I would only make myself seem crazy.
I would make my life difficult and put myself in danger.
What kidnapped me into this world had the insight to change my race into an indigenous female of this world.
I feel sorry that I am no longer home, but I am grateful for what it did for me.
Being a human and being a snake female are two considerable differences. Like this, I can easier integrate and pretend to belong to this place.
I will never let anyone know where I come from, not even my mates.
Everyone is afraid of the unknown. The numerous witch hunts in the Middle Ages on earth says something about how some can react to things that they don't understand.
Being labeled as a witch or demon is the last thing I would need.
So I need to be careful about how I do things and what knowledge I share with the people of this world.
When Jason and Jared asked about how I knew about the thing I had they made for me recently, I told them that it was knowledge from my old village.
I don't want more attention than I already get. So saying that I wasn't the one to come up with the various things I had them do is much better.
I know I can trust my mates, but it's better for all of us if I don't come up as special.
Therefore, I would just pretend I am a female whose village was attacked by ferals and escaped alone in the wilderness.
Sigh… how troublesome.
I got tired of sitting in place, maybe a walk could help. As I stand up, I feel something warm flowing down my legs. With furrowed brows, I see the trickle of red that stands out on my pristine white skin.
"Fuck!"
Before I can find something to solve this sticky situation, I find my males buzzing around me.
"Sera, you're in heat!" Jason, with dilated pupils and twitching ears, looks at me like I'm a juicy piece of steak.
"I need something for my bleeding and I want to take a bath!"
"I'll bring you some cotton." Jared in the same state as my other male sprint in the direction of the healer's hut.
"Let's go inside." As Jason picks me up I can hear some shuffling in the area around our territory. If my males caught the smell of my period, perhaps the males loitering around also did.
God dammit!
I really didn't need this now…