She heard Mira make a sound.
The low, sharp "Hh—!" of surprise — then the wet, full interior quality of a different woman receiving him, Raven entering Mira with the same flat, unhurried efficiency, Mira's familiar "Hmnnh~—!!" of a body entered so many times tonight that the stretch had become its own kind of homecoming.
Avriana turned her head.
Cheek against the sheet, tied hands above her — and there, Mira was on her back, legs parted around her belly, Raven seated between her thighs with the attending ease of a man returning to familiar territory.
Mira's face.
Glassy, overwhelmed, deeply compromised — eyes half-closed, lip between her teeth, both hands instinctively going to her belly in the protective, maternal gesture of a woman who could not stop being a mother even while being fucked, palms curved over the round swell as if confirming something.
'Still here', her hands said. 'Still safe.'
Raven looked at Avriana over his shoulder.
