Rihana's cheeks had gone the same color. She was shaking slightly, the tail still holding her breast, her hands hovering uselessly at her sides because she didn't know where to put them and every option felt worse than the last.
Viktor looked over both their heads at the room.
Then he pulled their nipples.
Not gently.
Eliantra's cry split the air.
"AAAHNGH~!!! NN—NGH~!!"
Rihana's followed half a breath behind, higher in pitch, the cry of a woman whose pain threshold and arousal threshold had been blurring for long enough that her body no longer clearly differentiated them.
"HYIEE~!! AAHHH~!! Mngh~!!"
The seven men at the table shook.
Renwick's hands were white-knuckled on the wood. Culliver had stopped breathing. Dagger Lom's jaw was clenched so hard it was audible.
None of them looked up.
Viktor chuckled again.
