Elaric and Lirael emerged from their intimate embrace, hands intertwined like newfound lovers, fingers laced tightly as they walked toward the deeper end of the alley. Lirael's silver-blonde hair swayed with each step, her thighs still slick and trembling from Elaric's release; faint traces of his warm cum trickled slowly down her inner leg, cooling in the light breeze. Elaric's cock, now softening but still heavy and glistening, pressed against his trousers as he stole glances at her flushed, radiant face.
They rounded the stack of crates and paused, breath catching at the sight before them.
Thorne lay sprawled on the cobblestones, back against the wall, while Veyra rode him with fierce, dominant rhythm—her plush ass rising and falling in a relentless blur, wet slaps echoing louder than before. Her bushy tail lashed wildly; sweat gleamed on her tanned skin, dripping between her bouncing breasts. Thorne's face was contorted in overwhelmed bliss, freckled cheeks deep red, mouth open in silent cries as his hips jerked uselessly beneath her commanding pace.
Madam Seraphine stood nearby, arms loosely crossed beneath her heaving bosom, burgundy robe parted just enough to reveal the dark, soaked patch clinging to her lace panties and the glistening trails of her own arousal streaking her stockings. Her hazel eyes burned with vicarious heat, lips parted as she watched.
Elaric and Lirael exchanged a heated glance—wordless agreement—and quietly moved closer, hands still clasped, to watch the raw spectacle unfold. The erotic charge in the air thickened, drawing them in like moths.
Minutes later, Thorne's entire body seized. His eyes rolled back, vision exploding with white stars as the most intense orgasm of his life ripped through him. With a strangled, guttural roar muffled against Veyra's shoulder, he came—thick, pulsing ropes of hot seed flooding her bare depths, overflowing instantly around his buried shaft. Veyra's own climax hit simultaneously, a conquering, triumphant wave of bliss that made her inner walls spasm violently, milking every drop as she ground down hard, claiming him completely. Her tail bristled stiff; a sharp, satisfied cry escaped her lips as the deepest satisfaction of dominance and pleasure washed over her.
She rose slowly, deliberately, letting Thorne's spent cock slip free with a wet, obscene pop. A thick torrent of his creamy cum immediately poured from her swollen, flushed pussy—viscous white strands stretching and snapping as they cascaded down her inner thighs in slow, lewd rivulets, pooling on the cobblestones beneath her.
Madam Seraphine's voice cut through the heavy breathing, low and husky with hunger. "Let me clean that up, darling."
She crouched gracefully before Veyra, silk robe pooling around her knees. Veyra, still trembling, parted her legs wider—standing with feet planted firmly, exposing everything. Her pink pussy lips remained parted and glistening, thoroughly used and overflowing, the mingled arousal of her slick and Thorne's copious load leaking steadily from her entrance in thick, pearly drops that trailed down her tanned thighs like molten cream.
Seraphine started at the lowest trickle, leaning in to drag her warm tongue slowly upward along Veyra's inner thigh—savoring the salty-sweet mix of sweat, feminine essence, and fresh semen. She lapped greedily, collecting every drop with deliberate strokes, swallowing with soft, audible gulps that echoed in the quiet alley.
When the thighs were clean, Seraphine moved higher—hands sliding up to grip Veyra's hips possessively—and pressed her mouth directly to the fox girl's dripping cunt. Her tongue delved between swollen folds, scooping out thick loads of Thorne's cum mixed with Veyra's creamy arousal, drinking it down in slow, rhythmic swallows. The wet sounds were explicit and intimate—slurps and soft moans as Seraphine's lips sealed around the entrance, sucking gently to draw out more.
Veyra's fingers threaded into Seraphine's honey-blonde hair, guiding her gently but firmly, hips rocking subtly into the madam's expert mouth. "Right there… yes…" she moaned, voice breathy and trembling, thighs quivering as Seraphine's tongue swirled deep, then flicked across her sensitive clit in teasing circles.
Thorne watched from the ground, chest heaving, cock twitching back to life at the sight. Elaric and Lirael stood transfixed nearby, hands tightening around each other, the raw, explicit display sending fresh heat surging through their bodies—arousal rebuilding, thick and undeniable, in the charged silence of the alley.
Seraphine lingered a final, indulgent moment between Veyra's thighs, tongue swirling one last slow circle around the fox girl's sensitive clit before pulling away with a wet, parting kiss. Her lips glistened with the mingled essence of Thorne's cum and Veyra's slick; a thin, silvery strand stretched from her lower lip to Veyra's flushed folds before snapping. She rose gracefully, licking her mouth clean with deliberate relish, hazel eyes dark and heavy with unsatisfied hunger.
Her gaze drifted downward to Thorne, sprawled boneless against the wall, chest heaving. His cock—thick, veined, flushed deep red—had already risen again, rigid and twitching in the warm alley air, a fresh bead of pre-cum pearling at the slit from the sheer erotic overload of watching her devour his release from Veyra's pussy.
Seraphine's crimson lips curved into a slow, predatory smile.
Without a word, she turned her back to him, bending forward at the waist in one fluid, graceful motion. Her burgundy silk robe rode up over the generous swell of her hips, revealing the full, lush curves of her ass—pale and flawless, cheeks parting slightly to show the thin strip of soaked black lace panties wedged between them. The fabric was utterly saturated, clinging transparently to her swollen lips, dark wetness seeping through and trailing in shiny rivulets down the tops of her sheer stockings.
She reached back with one hand, gripping Thorne's throbbing shaft firmly at the base—fingers barely meeting around his girth—and guided the naked head between her painted lips. A low, throaty moan vibrated around him as she sank down, taking him deep into the velvet heat of her mouth in one smooth glide. Her cheeks hollowed; tongue pressed flat along the underside, swirling over every pulsing vein as saliva flooded and spilled from the corners of her mouth.
At the same time, she looked over her shoulder at Elaric, eyes smoldering, and gave her ass a deliberate, teasing shake—cheeks jiggling softly, the wet lace shifting to reveal more of her glistening folds.
The invitation was unmistakable.
Elaric stepped forward as if pulled by invisible strings, cock already straining painfully against his trousers. His hands trembled as he hooked fingers under the thin strip of her panties and pulled it aside, exposing her fully: the pink, soaking pussy beneath—lips plump and parted, inner folds flushed deep rose and shining with thick arousal that dripped in slow, viscous strands from her entrance. The scent hit him like a drug—rich, mature, intoxicatingly feminine.
He freed his own rigid length, slick with residual traces of Lirael, and aligned the bare head with Seraphine's dripping entrance. One smooth, deliberate thrust buried him to the hilt inside her molten heat. Her walls gripped him instantly—velvet-soft yet impossibly tight, rippling around his bare skin in welcoming spasms. A muffled, guttural moan vibrated through her throat and around Thorne's cock as Elaric seated fully, his crown pressing firmly against her deepest barrier.
The rhythm began in perfect, unspoken sync.
Elaric drew back slowly—feeling every slick inch drag along her clenching channel—then drove forward again, hips slapping against the plush cushion of her ass with a wet, resonant smack. Each thrust rocked her forward, pushing Thorne deeper into her mouth; she took it greedily, throat relaxing to swallow him to the root, nose brushing his pelvis, saliva dripping in thick strands down his balls.
Thorne's head fell back against the wall, hands tangling in her honey-blonde hair, hips jerking helplessly as her expert tongue and suction milked him relentlessly. Elaric's thrusts grew harder, faster—balls slapping against her swollen clit with every plunge, sending jolts through her body that made her pussy flutter and gush around him, fresh arousal coating his shaft and splattering softly against his thighs.
The alley filled with the raw symphony: wet suction of Seraphine's mouth on Thorne, the slick, rhythmic slap of Elaric's hips against her ass, muffled moans vibrating through flesh, the heavy scent of three bodies in full, uninhibited rut. Lirael and Veyra watched nearby, hands wandering over their own flushed skin, eyes glazed with renewed heat.
Seraphine took them both with effortless, regal command—mouth and pussy filled, body rocking between them, every thrust driving her own pleasure higher while she orchestrated theirs with devastating skill.