Syris threw his head back, his long, silky black hair whipping wildly over his broad shoulders. A loud moan ripped from his throat, "Ah... Ren..."
Ren smiled against the thick flesh. She absolutely adored the sound of men moaning. The raw, guttural sound of a man losing his mind to pleasure was like a beautiful symphony, sending an jolt straight down to her own aching core.
Parting her lips, she opened wide and took the thick head of his second hemipenis directly into her mouth.
Down on her bare knees against the freezing stone, her right hand maintained a tight grip on Altair's cock, her small fingers stretching to wrap around his girth. Her left hand was wrapped around Syris's first hemipenis.
And her mouth was entirely occupied by the Snake King's second sword.
She was managing three big, throbbing lengths of flesh at once.
