Fina crouched low, her fingers slick as she rolled the itching leaf deep inside each maid's twitching cunt. The subtle grinding of their hips grew desperate, frantic. Their clits were now bright red, swollen—puffy beacons of raw, aching torment.
The air buzzed with muffled sobs and wet gasps.
Suddenly, the heavy wooden door creaked open.
Rinni stepped in, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and gleaming with wicked delight. Behind her, Nyra crawled into the room on all fours, still dripping with shame and arousal, her tail ruffled, and every inch of her foxkin pride shattered.
Allen's gaze snapped to the pair.
Nyra's breath was steady, but her eyes flicked nervously to the maids.
"Master Allen," she said softly, voice low and urgent, "the male hunting squad—they're coming back. They're on their way to the tribe."
At the mention, the three elders—Jass, Doel, and Yoru—exchanged glances.
Relief flickered like a flame behind their eyes.
