The comfortable silence didn't last long.
Dark-Eva's cool fingers traced lazy circles over my abdomen, her dark green hair spilling across my chest like living shadows. She looked up at me with that settled, knowing smile, lips slightly parted.
"My dearest," she purred, voice low and velvet-rough, "you've been so strong today… fighting a Duke, protecting us all. Now let your wives take care of you properly."
Light-Eva, pressed warmly against my left side, gave a soft, shy little nod. Her lighter green hair tickled my shoulder as she whispered, "Dear… we both want to make you feel good. May we?"
My cock was already straining, thick and heavy, twitching under their combined gaze. I answered by sliding my hands into their hair, fingers gently curling around the smooth bases of their antlers.
"Then show me," I said, voice rough with need.
They moved together like they had been waiting years for this moment.
