They were, effectively, attached. A single unit. Two women's bodies joined by gold at the four points that their bodies least wanted to share with each other.
Eliantra looked at Helviana.
From three inches away.
"I want it noted," she said, with the specific, shaking dignity of a woman maintaining position under genuinely terrible circumstances, "that I object to this."
"Noted," Helviana said. Her voice was shaking. Her face was red. She was not looking at Eliantra. "I also object."
"Good."
"Good."
Viktor looked at both of them.
"Scissor your legs," he said.
He did not wait for compliance.
He provided the compliance himself — his hands finding their legs, arranging, scissoring their thighs together in the interlocked position that placed both their pussies accessible from the same angle. The chain between their clits shortened with the new geometry, pulling both hooks tighter. Both women made the same sound at the exact same moment.
"NNGHH~!!!"
He leaned over them.
