Alex woke up with two soft, warm bodies clinging to him, one pressed into each side, and for a long moment he just lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering if he would ever feel his legs again.
Last night had been a marathon like the usual.
The moment he had closed that door, Rose had declared it feeding time, and Janeth had refused to be left out of it, so the two of them had taken turns on him for a couple of hours, trading him back and forth between their mouths, milking him over and over until he had lost count of how many times he had finished.
And Janeth had been every bit as hungry as the succubus, if not hungrier.
Ever since tasting it for the first time in that bathtub, she had been quietly craving it, and last night she had finally stopped pretending otherwise, drinking down every load he gave her without wasting a single drop, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining, competing with Rose over who could drain him harder and loving every second of it.
