"You came inside her," Jessica said, her voice low, appreciative. She gathered some of the cum on her fingers, brought it to her lips, tasted it slowly. Her eyes fluttered closed. "Still tastes like him. Like power."
Lyra watched her, a possessive glint in her amber gaze. "He's going to fill you next. I want to watch."
Satou's cock stirred again, responding to the words, the sight of Jessica licking his release from her fingers. The divine essence in his blood accelerated his recovery—another gift from Khar'razoth he hadn't fully explored. He was hardening again, faster than any hobgoblin should.
Lyra felt it beneath her, her inner walls still sensitive, and she gasped. "Already?"
"The god in him," Jessica murmured, her hand replacing Lyra's, wrapping around his re-engorged shaft. She stroked him, watching it grow, watching the silver veins throb beneath the dark green skin. "He's going to fuck us all night."
