The sunlight crept through the blinds like a shy lover, allowing golden threads to shine across the dark sheets. A thick scent of sweat, honey and sex still lingered in the air. Three people slept quietly, two plump, alluring women hugging either side of a muscular male.
Asmodeus opened his eyes slowly, one arm wrapped around Sariel's soft breasts, the other cushioning Riel's plump buttocks. Sariel's face pressed against him, brushing her lips against his chest as she snored.
Meanwhile, Riel buried her face in his arm.
Her caramel skin was glossy while shimmering in the light, a faint blush painted across her cheeks.
But her hair was a tousled blue mess as she groaned with eyes barely open.
Trapped between the two succubi, he felt drained.
And yet, full in a strange way.
This pain was the kind that followed satisfaction, deep and quiet. The quiet that came after satisfaction brought only peace.
Riel stirred first, letting out a soft sigh before biting her lip.
