The reddish-pink glow of the room pulsed like a heartbeat, the neon light seeping through the barred window and bathing our naked bodies in a surreal, feverish hue. The steel cage stood firm between us, a cold divider separating Lyra and Afa as they gripped the bars, their breaths heavy, their skin slick with sweat. I stood behind Lyra, my hands roaming her curves, while across the cage, Alaric drove his dick into Afa's pussy with relentless force, his red aura flaring brighter with every thrust.
"Lord Alaric… ahh… so good," Afa moaned, her voice trembling as she clung to the bars, her body rocking with each powerful thrust from behind. Her hairs and boobs bounced, sticking to her flushed cheeks, her face a mask of ecstasy as she surrendered to him completely.
