Strax felt the heat of both women pressed against his body, but he had no intention of rushing anything.
He wanted to savor every second, every sound, every tremor.
He slid his free hand between Lithara's legs and found her completely soaked.
She moaned against his lips, pushing her hips into his fingers.
"You're drenched, you naughty little demoness," he murmured against her mouth.
Lithara laughed, a husky sound full of promises.
"And you're hard as a rock. I felt you pulsing in my mouth."
Strax slid two fingers inside her, and Lithara arched her back as a loud moan escaped her lips.
She rode his hand, her breasts bouncing, nipples hard as little stones.
"Other side," he said, looking at Albedo. "Come here, you shy little thing. I want to feel you too."
Albedo approached, her eyes shining with desire and fear.
Strax extended the hand wet with Lithara's arousal and slid it between Albedo's legs, finding her just as wet.
She shuddered, a muffled moan escaping her lips.
