When they finally break apart, the Librarian’s glasses are crooked and her hair has come undone in soft waves. “Whoa,” she breathes, dazed.
Then she steps away and starts unbuttoning her blouse.
Aura whimpers, reaching out like she might physically pull her back. I jerk the jeweled leash. Not hard, but enough.
She tries to set me on fire with her glare.
“Be a good girl,” I warn.
The Little Librarian laughs under her breath, even as she shimmies off her skirt and blouse to reveal a lavender, lace bodysuit. The color is delicate, but the curves inside it are anything but.
"Room for more?" another voice rumbles behind me.
I turn.
A broad-chested Black man stands confidently in the open curtain, wearing only slacks that hang low on his cut hips.
I immediately sense an easy strength about his character. It’s an open energy in his eyes and smile. His forearms are thick. Butit’s his hands I notice—big, calloused, worker’s hands that aren’t afraid to take action.
Aurora will like that.
Behind him, a second figure lingers, a slender man with long, blond hair and bright, too-perceptive eyes. His jawline is knife-sharp. He’s likely half-Elf, if not more. Hesitant, watchful. The fae man studies the dynamic like someone used to reading a room before acting.
I nod to them both. “The more the better.”
Literally. This division of Aura’s feeding may be the answer, but a lot is riding on my bet.
I shut the door to the room. No interruptions now. This is more than enough energy for me to field, and hopefully it’s enough for Aura.
I loop the leash once around my wrist, a physical reminder that I’m still the one in control, even as this spirals toward chaos.
Aura’s breath is ragged, her pupils blown wide. She’s kneeling on the bed, a sacrificial offering, flushed, trembling, barely holding back the hunger I’ve collared. Her gaze flicks to each of them, ravenous.
The Little Librarian eases onto her back, positioning herself near the head of the bed, legs parted with a confidence that’s anything but quiet now. Her fingers hook into the bodysuit, pulling the center aside to bare soft folds already slick with arousal.
“You want to be a good little sub?” she asks, taking the cue from our dynamic. “Come be a good girl and eat this pussy.”
Aura crawls forward on all fours, starving eyes locked onto the prize. With a reverent sigh, she lowers her head and licks a slow, exploratory stripe up the woman’s cunt.
The Librarian moans, one hand gripping the sheets while the other tangles into Aura’s hair, encouraging her deeper.
Aurora groans against her, devouring eagerly like this isn’t sex, it’s salvation. She sucks on the Librarian’s clit, tongue swirling, adjusting to every shiver and sigh like it’s her favorite feedback loop.
Handssteps forward and strips off his pants in a practiced motion, revealing a cock that matches his build. Thick. Veined. Heavy.
The man wastes no time, lining up behind her body. His large hand falls on her shoulder, sliding down over her spine, covering her ass for a moment and giving a squeeze before trailing over her hip. Aurora moans at his touch.
From behind her, Hands slides a finger along her seam, and she whimpers so loudly, so desperately, he slides inside her with two digits. Aurora jerks like she’s been hit by an electric bolt before melting and writhing on his hand.
“Fuck girl, you’re so wet,” he gasps as he gives her several more experimental pumps. Then he sticks those same fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean with a satisfied groan.
The Blond man strips silently—his slacks pooling like water at his feet. The open poet’s shirt he wears slips off his shoulders, revealing lean muscle, pale and elegant. There’s a chain at his throat, a golden pendant resting on his chest.
Hands lines up his cock to Aurora’s dripping entrance. As she eats the Librarian’s cunt, he pushes inside her in one long, deep thrust.
Aurora chokes on a gasp and recovers instantly, her hips driving back against him as she keeps licking, relentlessly. The bed groans, bodies stacked in a line of pleasure.
The Blond steps closer to the head of the bed. The Little Librarian, glassy-eyed and panting, reaches out with one hand, fingers closing firm on his cock. He hisses between his teeth but doesn’t stop her. She strokes him slowly at first, then with rising urgency, guides him toward her mouth.
