Lysette didn't sit idle—her hand slipped between Terya's legs, fingers joining the action.
She rubbed slow circles on her clit, smirking when Terya's hips stuttered.
"Don't fall apart yet," she said, voice thick. "We're only warming up."
Zara moved behind Leon now—kneeling, arms around him, lips brushing the sweat on his nape.
Her hands spread across his chest, possessive.
"You're ours now," she murmured, tongue dragging slow up his neck. "Not just for magic. For this."
Terya came with a strangled cry, muscles clenching around him like a fist, her whole body seizing.
She ground against him, chasing every last ripple, her voice low and broken.
"Don't stop," she begged, breath catching. "Keep going. Fuck—keep going."
But Leon was close again—too close—and Lysette knew it.
She pulled Terya off gently, breathless and boneless, then pushed Leon back until he was lying on the furs.
His cock stood slick and twitching, soaked in both of them.
