"Fuck her womb, Master," Vespera urged between sloppy licks. "Breed the goddess while I drink from both of you."
Trevor's hips snapped forward with controlled power, driving into Lisa's depths again and again. The new angle hit her most sensitive spots relentlessly. Lisa's head fell back against his shoulder, moaning continuously as milk poured from her bouncing breasts. Vespera's mouth never left them—sucking, licking, occasionally taking Trevor's balls fully into her cool throat.
New magic bloomed. Vespera whispered an incantation, and faint illusory visions shimmered around them: translucent images of Lisa's belly swelling with Trevor's seed, of future power radiating from him like a dark star, of the three of them entwined in endless pleasure. The visuals fed their lust, making every thrust feel more potent, more meaningful.
