The reddish-pink room was still heavy with the afterglow of our release, the air thick with the scent of sweat and something electric, like the charge of a storm.
Lyra knelt before me, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "Huff… huff… ahm…" She swallowed my hot semen, a soft gulp echoing in the quiet as she looked up at me, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. Her blonde hair was mussed, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks, and she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, a small smile playing on her face.
Outside of cage, Afa was still on her knees, her dark curls framing her face as she licked her lips of thick cum slowly, savoring the moment. "That was tasty, my lord," she said, her voice low and teasing, her eyes locked on Alaric as she leaned forward, almost reverent.
