Viktor scissored his fingers. Stretching. Preparing. Helena whimpered into the sheets, her hips pushing back against the invasion.
"Kyuu kyuu~!" Rusty bounced excitedly, anticipating what was coming.
And Elara...
Elara stood there, one hand covering her face, peeking between her fingers. But her other hand had found its way back to the seam of her pants. This time she didn't stop it. Couldn't stop it.
Her amber eyes, visible between her splayed fingers, were wide as moons. Pupils blown so large only a thin ring of gold remained.
And in those dilated depths, reflected in miniature—Viktor's fingers disappearing into Helena's ass. The way her hole stretched white. The wet sounds.
Everything.
The bandages around her breasts felt like they were cutting off circulation. Her nipples ached so badly she wanted to cry. Or touch them. Or—
She bit her lip harder. The copper taste spread across her tongue.
Unable to look away no matter how much her rational brain screamed at her to run.
