"Drink," he said again.
They drank.
Both of them. On their knees. Mouths open. Faces upturned. Taking his piss like two broken fountains. The stream moved back and forth. Juhi. Vess. Juhi. Vess. Their faces were painted in yellow. Their eyes were stinging. Their throats were full.
Finally, the stream slowed.
It stopped.
Raven shook his cock. The last drops fell. They landed on Juhi's forehead. On Vess's chin.
He stepped forward.
He pressed the head against Juhi's lips.
"Clean it," he said.
She opened.
She took the head into her mouth. The taste of piss mixed with pre-cum. It was bitter and salty and thick. She sucked. Her cheeks hollowed. She lapped at the slit. She cleaned the last drops of yellow from his crown.
He pulled out.
He moved to Vess.
He pressed the head against her lips. She was still coughing. Piss was dripping from her nose. She opened. She took him. She sucked. Her tongue was limp. Exhausted. But she obeyed. She cleaned him.
He pulled out completely.
