Then Rihana simply leaned down and joined Gwen, her mouth finding the base, sucking the root with the thorough, proprietary attention of the woman who had been here longest.
Lira held out for three full seconds.
Then she leaned down and took the other side, her lips pressing to the shaft with the controlled, furious dignity of someone who has decided to do something and is doing it with complete commitment and no acknowledgment whatsoever.
Three mouths.
Three tongues.
One cock.
Viktor breathed.
Long and even.
He looked at the ceiling.
"Train your bodies."
He said it conversationally.
"I'm taking a nap."
He closed his eyes.
The hut went quiet.
Three women looked up from his cock simultaneously.
Gwen: genuinely uncertain what to do with this information.
Lira: expression of someone who has just been told to manage a situation she did not choose and is going to manage it with excellence out of pure spite.
Rihana: already deciding.
They looked at each other again.
