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"F*ck me," Vela whispered, her voice muffled against Vera’s cunt.

Sekhmet’s fingers worked her, slow at first, then faster, while his thumb pressed her clit in rough circles. Vela’s hips bucked against his hand. She broke away from Vera’s cunt, her mouth and chin wet, her eyes unfocused.

"I need you..." she started.

"I know," Sekhmet said.

He withdrew his fingers and guided her to turn. Vela faced him, her thighs trembling. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The head of his blood stick nudged against her pussycat, not entering yet, just pressing, teasing her.

Vela’s nails dug into his shoulders. "Do it, master."

"Look at me."

She did.

He held her gaze as he pushed inside.

The first thrust buried him to the hilt. Vela’s back arched, her head falling back as a sound tore from her throat. It was half sob, half groan. Her inner walls clenched around his blood stick, gripping him with a heat that bordered on feverish. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders, leaving crescents that would heal in moments but still sent a sharp thrill through her.

Sekhmet did not move yet. He stayed inside her, letting her adjust, letting the fullness of it spread through her body like a second pulse. His forehead pressed against hers. Their breath mingled, hot and ragged.

"Feel that?" he asked with a voice low.

"Yes," Vela whispered. "Yes... I feel everything."

Behind her, Vera rose from the floor. Her lips were swollen, her chin glistening with her own wetness and Vela’s. She came up behind her sister, pressing her naked body against Vela’s back, her breasts flattening against Vela’s shoulder blades. Her hands slid around Vela’s waist, fingers splaying across her belly, then dipping lower until they brushed the base of Sekhmet’s meat where it disappeared into Vela’s cunt.

Vela gasped at the touch. "Vera..."

"Shh," Vera breathed against her ear. "Let me feel you full."

Her fingers traced the stretched rim of Vela’s pussycat, slick with arousal. The sensation made Vela tremble violently. Sekhmet held her steady, his hands gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks just enough that Vera could slide a finger alongside his meat inside her.

The combined stretch made Vela cry out. Her hips bucked forward, impaling herself deeper on both of them. Sweat beaded on her skin. Her fangs had descended, it was sharp and white against her lower lip.

Sekhmet watched her face contort in pleasure. He began to move slowly, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before driving back in. Vera’s finger moved with him, sliding in and out beside his blood stick, her thumb pressing against Vela’s clit.

"You taste her on my mouth," Vera said to Sekhmet, her voice husky. "Do you want to taste her directly?"

Sekhmet’s eyes flicked to Vera’s. In answer, he pulled out of Vela entirely, leaving her empty and whimpering. But before she could protest, he laid her down on the rug. The same woven carpet where they had stood and talked and undressed. Vela sprawled on her back, legs spread, her pussycat wet and open, glistening in the lamplight.

Vera knelt beside her. She looked at Sekhmet, then at her sister. Without a word, she lowered her head between Vela’s thighs. Her tongue traced a long, slow line from Vela’s entrance to her clit, tasting her own wetness and Sekhmet’s seed mingled together.

Vela’s hands fisted in the carpet. "Oh... yes... keep..."

Vera did not keep. She stopped.

She looked up at Sekhmet. "I want his mouth next."

Sekhmet moved to kneel at Vela’s other side. He leaned down, his face close to Vera’s. Their lips met briefly, sharing Vela’s taste. Then he lowered his head and took Vela’s clit into his mouth.

The shock of it made Vela scream. The sound was raw, animal like, nothing like the controlled guard she usually wore. Sekhmet sucked her clit firmly while his tongue flicked across the hood. Vera, still between Vela’s thighs, lapped at his tongue’s work, their mouths meeting over the sensitive flesh, trading licks and kisses across Vela’s cunt.

Vela’s hips bucked wildly. Her hand found Vera’s hair, pulling her closer. Her other hand gripped Sekhmet and held on as if he might anchor her to the world.

"Don’t stop," she gasped. "Please... I’m going to... "

Sekhmet hummed against her clit, the vibration pushing her over. She came with a broken cry, her body arching off the carpet, her pussycat clenching and releasing in waves. Vera lapped at her through the orgasm, drawing it out.

When she finally collapsed, trembling, Vera kissed her thigh. "Good?"

"Good," Vela breathed.

But the night was far from spent.

Sekhmet rose. His blood stick was slick and hard, the head dark with a mixture of their juices. He looked at Vera.

She understood. She moved into place on her hands and knees, her pussycat presented to him, open and waiting. But before he could take her, Vela pushed herself up, weak-limbed, and crawled behind Vera.

She pressed her mouth to Vera’s shoulder. "Let me have her first."

Sekhmet stepped back, watching.

Vela draped herself over her sister’s back. Her hand slid between Vera’s thighs, fingers finding her clit. She circled it slowly, teasing, while her mouth bit down gently on Vera’s, not breaking skin, just enough to feel the pulse beneath.

Vera moaned and pushed back against Vela’s hand. "Please..."

"Please what?" Vela whispered.

"F*ck me. With your fingers. I want to feel you inside me first."

Vela obliged. She slid two fingers into Vera’s pussycat, her palm pressing against the clit. The sound was wet, obscene. Vera dropped her head forward, her body rocking into Vela’s hand.

Sekhmet moved closer. He knelt beside them, his hand stroking his blood stick slowly, watching the two women move together. Vela pumped her fingers faster, curling them upward, finding that spot that made Vera’s legs shake.

"Yes... right there... Vela, yes..."

Vela fucked her with steady rhythm, her other hand gripping Vera’s hip, holding her in place. When Vera’s breath hitched and her inner walls fluttered, Vela pulled her fingers out and brought them to her own mouth, tasting her sister’s cunt.