The air was thick with the scent of desire, the sounds of skin slapping against skin—*slap slap*—echoing like a primal drumbeat. My black aura swirled around me, clashing with Alaric's fiery red glow across the cage, as we both pushed forward, lost in the raw intensity of the moment.
*Clang clang*—the cage bars shuddered as Afa clung to them, her body rocking with every forceful thrust from Alaric behind her. Her moans filled the air, wild and fervent, mixing with the sounds of their bodies colliding.
On my side, the bars rattled even louder as Lyra's back pressed against them, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me deeper as I fucked her standing, her curves pressed against me in a perfect fit.
"Ahh… Austin… yeahh…" Lyra moaned, her voice breathy and needy, her green eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Her legs tightened around me, her thighs squeezing as she urged me on, her blonde hair sticking to her flushed cheeks in the neon glow.
