He lifted her bodily off the bed by her hips and fucked her in the air until she was clinging to his shoulders, tail wrapped around his forearm by instinct, thick legs locking around his waist.
Then Sarah.
He set Arvin aside only long enough to haul the dwarven wife up against his lap.
Sarah cried out when he seated her on him facing forward, her feet barely touching the bed, her heavy breasts bouncing in front of his face.
He sucked one nipple hard enough to draw a thick gasp from her, then the other, while Arvin crawled close and pressed her own soft chest against Sarah's as if unable to resist the invitation of that much soft flesh.
Then both together.
He forced them chest to chest, one perched partly atop the other in a wobbling, indecent stack of thighs, tits, and open mouths. Arvin started laughing from sheer overstimulation and then broke into moans halfway through the laugh when Raven palmed both their breasts together in one hand.
