Allen's fingers moved inside Veyna slow and deliberate, feeling her walls tighten and pulse around him even as she clung desperately to Kael's warm, steady frame. Her fox tail—soft, sleek, and impossibly sensuous—snaked down from her lower back and wrapped itself possessively around Allen's thigh like it knew exactly whose cock was buried deep inside its owner.
Veyna's chest pressed against Kael's, her arms hugging him so tightly it was like she was trying to fuse their bodies into one. Kael was out cold, completely lost in a dream, his mouth twitching into soft giggles as he muttered nonsense.
"M-moon... festival… with Veyna… dancing under stars…"
His voice was a sleepy whisper, a delighted chuckle slipping past his lips.
Veyna's heart hammered painfully in her chest, half because she was terrified of waking him, half because the forbidden thrill of what she was doing was *electrifying*.
