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Then she looked at Sekhmet. "Now you, Master."
He positioned himself behind Vera, his blood stick nudging against her slick folds. She pushed back immediately, begging without words. He entered her in one smooth stroke —thick, full, deep. Vera cried out, her head lifting, her spine curving.
Sekhmet f*cked her with growing intensity, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound filling the chamber. Vela watched from the side, her hand between her own legs, stroking herself in time with his thrusts.
"Harder," Vera gasped. "Please… harder…"
Sekhmet gripped her hips and drove into her with punishing force. Each thrust made her body jolt forward; she had to brace herself on her forearms to stay upright. The carpet beneath her was wet with sweat and her own arousal.
Vela crawled closer. She leaned down and pressed her mouth to Vera's. They kissed, tongues tangling, muffling Vera's moans. Then Vela bit her sister's lip hard enough to draw blood.
