She licked the shaft.
From base to tip. Slow. Deliberate. Her tongue was flat and wet. She looked at Vess while she did it. A challenge. A declaration of war. A claim of ownership.
Vess's mouth twitched.
Her pussy clenched. The insignia burned hotter. She felt the urge. The need. The competitive, desperate hunger that was replacing her fury. She wanted to push Lena aside. She wanted to take the whole cock. She wanted to be the favorite.
Raven smiled.
"I have some space here," he said. He spread his legs wider. His cock stood straight up. The head was level with Vess's face. It was inches from her lips. "Join her, Vess. Show me which wife is more eager. Which mouth is hungrier. Which sister deserves my cum."
Vess trembled.
She wanted to protest. She wanted to grab her sword. She wanted to kill him and run into the night.
But her hands moved to her hair.
