Chapter 18

"Freya! Freya!" Freya moaned and snuggled closer to her pillow, "Five more minutes, Papa." "I'm not your father, Freya. Wake up! We've a date with a witch." Her eyes snapped open and she blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Then she felt something move beneath her, and it took her a few seconds to realize she was practically on Zack. She also became aware of his hands resting on her butt. "Can you move your hands?" she whispered, looking at the others in the group. They were all slowly waking up. "That depends. Will you move?" She opened her mouth to answer when something hard bumped against her thigh. Realization hit her, and Zack must've noticed her panicked look, because he just grinned, as if this was normal for him. "Why is your dick saying hello to me? I - I - we didn't do anything." He raised an eyebrow, "Does that make you uncomfortable, Freya?" She scrambled to get off him, which pretty much answered his question. He snorted, sat up, and tore the bearskin