The sisters moved with care, their hands gentle as they knelt beside the bed.
Seraphine unfastened the clit clamps first, the chain falling away with a soft clink, leaving Liora and Virael's skin tingling and raw.
Leraphine eased the strawberry dildo from their pussies next, its vibrations long silenced, the slick toy sliding free with a faint squelch.
They collapsed fully onto the velvet sheets, Liora sprawled atop Virael, their bodies slick with sweat and juices.
Gasps tore from their throats as they caught their breath, chests heaving in tandem.
Their assholes pulsed, thick cum still leaking from them—Liora clenched instinctively, a soft whine escaping as she tried to squeeze it out, while Virael's breaths hitched, her own clenching a quiet, futile effort to stem the warm drip.
Virael turned her head, her gaze finding Liora's through the haze.
"How… was it?" she rasped, her voice rough between gasps.
Liora's face lit up, a euphoric smile breaking through her exhaustion—her eyes sparkled, cheeks still flushed, lips trembling with aftershocks.
"The best thing… ever," she breathed, her tail giving a weak twitch.
"Thank you, Virael."
Virael's lips curved faintly, a rare, tired smile softening her features as she nodded back, their shared vulnerability forging a quiet bond.
The sisters let them rest, the room silent save for their slowing breaths.
After a while, Seraphine and Leraphine returned, carrying a small bucket of warm water and a soft cloth.
They produced a slender funnel-like tool, its tip smooth and curved.
Seraphine knelt behind Liora, parting her cheeks gently and sliding the funnel in—warm water trickled inside, flushing out the thick cum with a soothing rush.
Liora sighed, her body relaxing as the pressure eased.
Leraphine did the same for Virael, the water cleansing her deeply, a faint shiver running through her as the last of the heat washed away.
They followed with the cloth, wiping their bodies tenderly—over Liora's thighs where juices had streaked, across Virael's stomach where oil and sweat glistened—until their skin was clean, faintly scented with the floral trace of the water.
The sisters helped them dress then, slipping Liora's cream sweater over her head, tugging her trousers up her legs, her tail threading through with a playful flick from Seraphine.
Virael's gray tunic and leggings went on smoothly, Leraphine's hands steady as she smoothed the fabric.
Virael reached for her glasses last, settling them on her nose, and with that, her neutral, composed mask slid back into place—her flush faded, her breathing even, as if the chaos of the past hours had never touched her.
They escorted them to the exit, Seraphine walking beside Liora with a flirty sway, her fingers brushing Liora's arm as she murmured teasing words that made Liora giggle, still giddy from the high.
Leraphine stayed at Virael's side, her gaze fixed ahead, her silence a mirror to Virael's own.
At the doorway, the sisters paused.
"Thank you for your patronage," Seraphine said, her voice warm.
"Come again soon."
Virael tilted her head, her tone flat but curious.
"The third package—what's it like?"
Seraphine's eyes glinted with amusement.
"Oh, do you want to try it?"
Virael shrugged, a noncommittal "Maybe."
Leraphine's lips twitched—a faint, fleeting grin that vanished as quickly as it came, unnoticed by the others.
"It's a bit more hardcore," Seraphine said, leaning in slightly.
Virael hummed, her expression unreadable.
Liora piped up, her voice bright despite her fatigue.
"Solo or duo?"
Seraphine smirked.
"Both. Just let us know first—we'll get the gear ready."
Liora's wide, hopeful eyes turned to Virael, shimmering with expectation.
Virael frowned inwardly—she'd planned to tackle this alone, her job to investigate, not to drag Liora deeper.
Hardcore with her junior?
Had inviting her today been a misstep?
Leraphine spoke up, her voice calm and even.
"It spans two days, on average has a bit of hardcore bondage. Includes some humiliation play and public use."
Seraphine nodded, adding, "We're a bit more… aggressive with you. Read the menu again—it's all there."
Virael's job tugged at her—she should review it, report back.
But Liora too?
She hesitated, then said, "We'll think about it," and turned to leave, her steps measured.
On the way home, Liora buzzed with energy despite her soreness, her tail swishing as she nagged Virael.
"Come on, let's do the third package! It sounds amazing!"
Virael's refusals were firm, her voice flat.
"No. If you want it so bad, go alone."
Liora's ears drooped, her pout almost comical.
"But I'm scared to go alone! I only want to with you!"
Virael sighed, rubbing her temple.
"Rest, Liora. You'll be sore tomorrow. Maybe day after tomorrow—we'll see."
Liora's face brightened, clinging to the "maybe" like a lifeline, while Virael's mind churned, weighing duty against the pull of her junior's eager trust.