Myra's fingers twisted together, her brown eyes darting to the floor before snapping back to Lor's erection, her cheeks burning a deep crimson.
Viora's lips pressed into a thin line, her green eyes narrowing, a flush creeping up her neck as she stared at him, then at Myra, tension sparking between them.
They knew what he meant—Lor could see it in their quickened breaths, the way their gazes lingered on his cock, thick and pulsing in the dim light—but admitting it aloud, especially in front of each other, froze them.
Their childhood bond, usually a warm anchor, now felt like a stage, exposing their nerves, their rivalry, their shared urge to satisfy the "Light" and Lor.
He chuckled, the sound low and rough with desire, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief and encouragement.
"Relax," he said, his voice a smooth drawl. "A blowjob should be fine. You'll get the hang of it."
