Mirabelle moaned at the unexpected touch, one she clearly hadn't been prepared for yet, and instinctively leaned back.
Right into Lucien.
The fox Beastman was still sitting cross-legged behind her, slowly massaging her shoulders.
He didn't seem to mind her changing position in the slightest. Instead, he simply adjusted with her, allowing her to rest half across his lap as his hands gradually wandered from her shoulders down to her breasts.
Slowly, he began massaging them, his thumbs circling her nipples.
Unintentionally, his movements mirrored the rhythm of Kaelith's tongue.
The hyena gently kneaded her thighs while his tongue repeatedly flicked against her center. Every movement of his tongue teased her nerve endings, sending waves of tension spreading slowly from her pearl throughout the rest of her body.
Heat continued building inside her until a rosy flush spread across her skin.
The lynx Beastwoman's hands searched blindly for something to hold on to.
