"Ah—mmm, wait…!"
Perhaps taunting three apex predators into a state of collective rut had not been her most strategically sound decision. Especially when one of them still required a gacha roll to officially join the roster.
'Ten rolls…!' she screamed internally, her body already a live wire under their combined attention.
"Do I need to… do anything…?" Eastiel murmured against her skin, before his mouth found her nipple once more. His tongue was a wicked thing, teasing and rolling and circling right through the thin fabric of her desert tunic, the damp spot he left feeling obscenely vivid.
'Ten rolls…!!'
Oathran, as was becoming his usual role in these chaotic trysts, sat behind her, propping her up against his chest. His large hands were busy kneading her breasts, presenting them more fully for Eastiel's tongue, thumbs brushing over pebbled peaks.
