"Enter!" Valzaroth barked, his voice still hoarse, without releasing Lilithara, who was still straddling him, her thighs spread, her breath uneven.
The door opened, and Seraphine stepped in. The fallen angel, once exiled from Heaven, was a vision of contrasts: silver armor stained with blood, her black wings folded, her blonde hair braided into a tight plait. Her piercing green eyes swept over the scene without flinching. Her body, athletic yet feminine, was molded into her armor, her subtle yet evident curves visible beneath the metal. A scar ran down her cheek, adding to her warrior aura. "Am I interrupting?" she asked, a mischievous smirk on her lips.
Lilithara, still naked, didn't move, her arms around Valzaroth's neck. "You're late," she taunted. "We've already started without you."
Seraphine raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. "I was busy massacring an angel patrol that got too close. Blood, feathers, the usual mess." She unfastened her breastplate, revealing a form-fitting tunic that accentuated her firm breasts and narrow waist. "But if you insist..."
Valzaroth chuckled, his hands still caressing Lilithara's hips. "Join us, or watch. But close the door."
Seraphine obeyed, a defiant glint in her eyes. She approached, her boots clicking on the marble floor. Lilithara, with a predatory smile, stood up, her legs trembling, and grabbed Seraphine's wrist. "Show us what you've learned in five hundred years," she murmured, pulling the fallen angel toward them.
Seraphine, rougher than Lilithara, ripped off her tunic, revealing her firm breasts and toned abs. Lilithara pushed her onto the bed, her lips capturing Seraphine's in a fierce kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. Valzaroth, his member still hard, approached, gripping Seraphine by the hips. He turned her over, putting her on all fours, her muscular buttocks exposed. With a thrust, he penetrated her from behind, drawing a growl from the fallen angel. Her black wings quivered, her hands gripping the sheets.
Lilithara, lying in front of Seraphine, spread her thighs, her fingers caressing her own glistening sex. "Taste me," she commanded, her voice hoarse. Seraphine obeyed, her tongue exploring Lilithara's wet folds, her moans muffled by each of Valzaroth's thrusts. The bed creaked, their sweat-slick bodies intertwining in a chaos of flesh and pleasure. Valzaroth, his hands gripping Seraphine's hips, quickened, each slap of his hips against hers resonating, his growls mingling with Lilithara's cries.
They changed positions. Lilithara straddled Valzaroth, her hips undulating, her breasts bouncing as she impaled herself on him. Seraphine, straddling his face, let Valzaroth devour her sex, his tongue exploring every crevice. Her hands clawed his chest, her raspy moans contrasting with Lilithara's sharp cries. The two women kissed, their lips devouring each other, their bodies trembling with intensity. Valzaroth, at the center, alternated between savagery and control, his hands exploring their curves—Lilithara's heavy breasts, Seraphine's firm buttocks.
Another position followed. Valzaroth, standing, lifted Lilithara, her legs wrapped around his waist, penetrating her with brutal force. Seraphine, behind, caressed Lilithara's breasts, her lips biting her neck, her fingers sliding between her thighs to stimulate her clitoris. Lilithara screamed, her body convulsing under the dual assault, her wings quivering. Valzaroth, growling, quickened, his thrusts relentless, until Lilithara reached orgasm, her body trembling, her moans echoing in the chamber.
Seraphine took her turn, lying on the bed, spreading her thighs. Valzaroth penetrated her, his movements slower but deep, his eyes locked on hers. Lilithara, beside them, caressed Seraphine's body, her lips sucking her nipples, her fingers exploring her sex. Seraphine, usually so cold, let go, her growls turning into cries as she reached orgasm, her wings fluttering weakly.
Their climax came together. Valzaroth, between the two women, took them in turn, his movements frantic. Lilithara, on all fours, screamed his name as he pounded her. Seraphine, lying beneath her, kissed her lips, her fingers stimulating her clitoris. Their pleasure exploded, their bodies trembling, their cries mingling in a wild crescendo. Valzaroth, growling, released inside her, his thrusts slowing, his body collapsing between them, their sweat-slick skins clinging together.
They lay there, panting, the sheets tangled, the room scented with sex and sweat. Lilithara, nestled against his chest, whispered, "Five hundred years, and you're still a storm." Seraphine, lying on the other side, snickered. "And you're still ravenous."
Valzaroth, an arm around each, smiled. "We've taken it all," he said, his voice deep. "And we'll take even more."