Arkai's fingers slid free of her pussy, leaving her empty and gasping. Then he moved, sliding down, positioning himself prone beneath them, his body a solid foundation waiting to be used.
Eastiel's hands gripped her hips, helping Oathran turn her, position her. Her back pressed against Oathran's chest, his arms coming around her, holding her upright. Eastiel knelt between her legs, his cock slick with precum, his golden eyes fixed on her face. His back was to Arkai.
Behind her, she felt Oathran's cock pressing against her asshole, the tip nudging her entrance, waiting.
This… it seemed they had discussed this position beforehand. Without her.
Imagining that made her face burn. Red. Crimson. The kind of red that spread from her cheeks to her ears to her chest, that made her hands clench, that made her want to hide and watch all at once.
"Ready?" Oathran's voice was soft against her ear.
She nodded. Her throat was dry.
