Perhaps it was a tacit understanding between Oathran and Arkai, perhaps… a line drawn in the sand of their own heated tempers. They wouldn't cross the final threshold. Not like this. Not when the air between the three of them was thick with a cloud of lust.
Lust was a wildfire. Beautiful, consuming, and it left nothing but ashes of regret in its wake. They wanted more than ashes from her.
But. It didn't mean they couldn't… demonstrate, or… showcase a little expertise. Couldn't prove the benefits of their… attentions. A preview, if you will. A tasting menu.
Served hot.
"Aaaahhh…!" Cecilia's sharp, startled cry was punched out of her. A clever, questing touch found a precise point of pleasure.
"Hmm," Oathran hummed from behind her. "You found it faster than I did. Good job."
"There's… a trick to it, Elder Brother," Arkai murmured, focused. Like a hunter sharing his knowledge of the terrain. "A pressure, just… here."
"Mm! Don't bully just one spo—! Aaaaahhh!!!"
