Heat: Fifty Fictions For The Fevered Mind
Ravion crouched behind, stroking himself as he watched Ezryn’s cock push deep into the tight pussy Ravion had fucked only minutes before.
“Oh fuck,” Ezryn groaned. “She’s still hot. Still dripping. gods, she wants it.”
Lyssa hissed, gripping the altar’s edge as Ezryn buried himself to the hilt. “Give it to me, sorcerer. You cast the spell—now fuck the fire you lit.”
Behind her, Ravion slicked his cock with the leftover oil, lining it up with her puckered, still stretched hole. He took his time—pressing, nudging, then sliding in. Her ass clenched hard, resisting at first—then yielding.
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