On the bed above Bela, Hela holds a fistful of Nela's fiery curls, guiding her sister vigorously as she swallows deeply between Pip's thighs, lips parted wide with devoted focus, golden light already pulsing faintly beneath her cheeks with every downward pass, a slick, obscene slurp~ rising and falling in perfect rhythm with the movement of Hela's fist.
"It's been ten minutes!" Hela moans, watching with open, unashamed hunger. "You're going to suck him dry at this rate, and I haven't even had my proper turn yet."
Nela pulls back from Pip, gagging slightly at the effort, wiping a trail of glowing liquid from her mouth with the back of one hand, pupils blown wide with borrowed power.
