Her lipstick was completely gone now, smeared across her face. Her hair had come loose from its perfect style.
And on the floor—
Sophia and Clara.
Both kneeling. Both with hands buried under their clothes. Rubbing. Seeking relief. Their faces flushed, breathing ragged, eyes locked on his cock.
That cock that was still hard. Still thick. Still ready.
Raven's smile was slow and wicked.
"You two," he said, pointing at Sophia and Clara. "Lie down. Both of you. At the same time."
The words took a moment to register.
Then Sophia's eyes widened. "W-what? Both—"
She didn't get to finish.
Raven moved with that same impossible speed. His hands shot out, grabbed both women by their hair—Sophia's blonde locks, Clara's brown—and hauled them to their feet.
"Ah—!"
"Ow—!"
Their protests turned to cries as he dragged them toward the bed. Not gently. Not carefully. Just... pulled them like they weighed nothing.
Then he threw them.
