The chamber had become a crucible of pure, blazing desire. Lucas's tongue drove deeper into Nyx's pussy folds, fingers curling hard inside Selene and Henrietta, hips snapping upward to meet every downward slam of Lira's slender body.
Four perfect rhythms converged into one perfect storm. He felt it building in them all at once: the sudden clench of Lira's pussy around his cock, the frantic flutter of Nyx's walls against his tongue, the violent spasms of Selene and Henrietta around his thrusting fingers. Their moans rose together, braided into a single, desperate crescendo.
He pushed them over the edge together. "Now," he growled against Nyx's clit, the single word vibrating through her core.
