glistened

Their pussies glistened with arousal, the air thick with the scent of their need.

Seraphine knelt before Liora, her breath warm against her inner thighs as she parted them gently with her hands.

She started slow, her lips brushing the soft skin just above Liora's folds, a featherlight tease that made Liora's tail quiver.

Then her tongue followed—velvet-soft and deliberate—tracing the outer edges with languid strokes, tasting the salt of her skin.

She lingered there, letting the anticipation build, before dipping lower, her tongue sliding along Liora's slit in a slow, wet caress.

The heat of it sent shivers up Liora's spine, her muffled whimpers vibrating through the dildo as Seraphine circled her clit with tender flicks, then sucked gently, coaxing a flood of pleasure that left Liora's legs trembling.

Each lick was a wave, deep and consuming, unraveling her shyness into raw, shuddering need.

Leraphine mirrored her sister with Virael, kneeling with the same quiet grace.

Her breath ghosted over Virael's thighs first, a warm whisper that prickled her skin, before her lips pressed a soft kiss to the sensitive crease where leg met hip.

Her tongue emerged then, tracing Virael's folds with a slow, deliberate sweep, the oil mingling with her arousal to create a slick, heady taste.

She explored every curve, her licks firm yet unhurried, dipping inside briefly before gliding up to Virael's clit—circling it with a steady pressure that sparked heat through her core.

Virael's calm faltered, her breath deepening into soft, uneven gasps as Leraphine's tongue danced, each stroke peeling back her restraint until pleasure pulsed like a heartbeat.

Liora broke first, her climax crashing through her like a tide—her body quaking, a high keen muffled by the dildo as her juices spilled onto Seraphine's waiting tongue.

Seraphine drank her in, her lips lingering to savor the aftershocks.

A minute later, Virael followed, the sensation cresting slower but no less intense—a low, throaty groan escaping as her hips rocked faintly, her release coating Leraphine's mouth in a warm rush.

Leraphine pulled back with a faint hum, her calm unbroken, while Seraphine grinned, licking her lips with satisfaction.

The sisters exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them.

Seraphine reached for the double-headed dildo in their mouths, easing it free.

Thick strings of saliva stretched from Liora's lips, glistening as they snapped, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Virael's saliva trailed too, less frantic, her chest rising and falling with regained control.

Next, the nipple clips came off, the buzzing ceasing as the chains fell away, leaving their skin tingling and sensitive.

The sisters guided them gently to the bed's edge, bending them forward—Liora's petite frame quivering, Virael's lean form steady but flushed.

With care, Seraphine and Leraphine tugged the toys from their assholes, the slow withdrawal eliciting a soft yelp from Liora and a sharp exhale from Virael as the pressure released, leaving them empty yet hypersensitive.

They were repositioned then, made to stand back-to-back, so close their skin nearly brushed.

Leraphine handed Seraphine a new double-headed dildo—longer, thinner, its surface smooth and gleaming.

Seraphine knelt, parting Liora's cheeks with gentle fingers and sliding one end into her asshole, the oil easing it deep.

Liora gasped, her tail flicking as it filled her again.

Leraphine took Virael's hips, guiding her closer, her hands spreading Virael open as Seraphine aligned the other end.

It slipped inside, smooth and firm, connecting them—Liora and Virael tethered by the toy buried in their asses.

The sisters nudged them closer still, the dildo sinking deeper, stretching them with every inch.

Liora whimpered, her body tensing, while Virael's breath hitched, her flush spreading down her back.

Seraphine and Leraphine locked their elbows then, hooking Liora's arms with Virael's in a firm grip, binding them together so they couldn't pull apart.

The closeness amplified every sensation—the dildo's pressure, the heat of their bodies, the faint tremble of Liora's frame against Virael's steadier one.

The sisters stepped back, each retrieving a flogger—soft leather strands swaying in their hands.

They began with gentle whips, making a sound, a teasing promise of what was to come.

Liora flinched, a small sound escaping her, while Virael's jaw tightened, her skin prickling with anticipation.