Myra and Viora stayed on their knees, their bare breasts rising and falling with their breaths, their faces flushed.
"Is that… it?" Myra asked, her voice hesitant, her brown eyes searching his face, a hint of disappointment flickering.
Viora's green eyes narrowed, her tone sharper.
"Yeah, the Light's pleased, right? We're done?" Her words carried a challenge, as if daring him to end it there, her competitive edge still simmering.
Lor's grin widened, sensing the opening.
"Not quite," he said, his voice low, teasing.
"The Light wants you both satisfied too. I'm not leaving you hanging." He crouched slightly, his eyes flicking between their flushed faces, reading their mix of curiosity and nerves.
Myra's blush deepened, her fingers twisting together.
"Satisfied… how?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting to Viora, the tension between them flaring again at the thought of sharing more in front of each other.
