Chapter 22: Terya’s cheeks
The air was cool against his heated skin, and he shivered, his arousal surging as Saria's hand brushed him, guiding him closer. She coated her fingers with more holy water, slicking his length with slow strokes, the sensation warm and slippery, making him groan softly.
"Focus," she said, her tone sharp despite the intimacy of her touch.
Leon nodded, his breath ragged, his eyes locked on Terya's glistening backside.
Saria's hands moved to Terya's cheeks, gently stretching them apart, revealing the tight, puckered entrance.
The sight was overwhelming, Terya's smooth skin slick with holy water, the faint pulse of the curse fading under the liquid's glow.
Saria guided Leon's cock, aligning him carefully, her fingers firm but gentle as she pressed the tip against Terya's entrance.
"Slowly," Saria instructed, her voice steady, her hands still spreading Terya's cheeks to ease the way.
Leon's hands found Terya's waist, his fingers digging into her hips as he pushed forward, the slick warmth enveloping him inch by inch.
Terya moaned softly, a low, breathy sound that sent a jolt through him, her body tensing then relaxing under Saria's touch.