'But first... let's soften their bodies...'
He leaned forward.
Both breasts — Eliantra's and Helviana's — rose toward him with the motion, the full, heavy, milk-warm weight of them following the reduction of distance between his mouth and them. He took one from each.
Both at once.
His mouth opening wide enough to pull both nipples in simultaneously, the two stiff, leaking tips pressing together against his tongue, the full, fat, dark heat of them filling his mouth with the sweet-salt of their milk releasing immediately, running over his tongue in a thin, continuous stream.
Both women made the same sound at the same moment.
Not the same tone — Eliantra's cry was higher, sharper, the sound of a territorial mistress who had been comprehensively dismantled but retained enough vocal architecture to express volume; Helviana's was lower, more surprised, the sound of a woman who had not expected this specific thing at this specific moment and was experiencing it fully.
