Chapter 133: After the grind
The air was heavy with the scent of sex and oil—sweet lavender, heady vanilla, and something muskier now, saltier, raw.
The kind of heat that clung to skin, made lungs feel tighter, and turned silence into tension, the lavender lamp casting a soft, flickering glow across Lia’s cozy bedroom.
The faint hum of warding spells vibrated in the walls, mingling with the wet, sticky aftermath of their ritual, the floorboards creaking softly under their shifting weight.
Lia sat back on her heels, her plush thighs slick and trembling, cum streaking her dark green lace panties, her generous chest heaving in her bra, her breath shallow, her green eyes dazed but glinting with lingering arousal.
Sophia knelt beside her, flushed to the ears, the insides of her legs damp, her small breasts rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths under her pale pink cotton bra, her pussy throbbing with the intensity of their shared act.
Lor lay sprawled in the center, arms behind his head, his cock softening slightly but still slick with the mix of their effort, lavender and vanilla oils glistening on his shaft, his hazel eyes glinting beneath tousled black hair.
"Alright," he said at last, his voice rough with satisfaction, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"One more part. Then the Light will be satisfied."
Sophia glanced sideways, still dazed, her blue eyes wide, her twin tails swaying slightly. "Right. The last one. The boobs... I mean breasts."
Lia gave a low, breathy laugh, wiping oil off her fingers onto her thigh, leaving a shimmering streak. "At least that part’s easy and legs won’t kill me doing it."
Lor sat up slowly, his toned chest catching the lamplight.
He reached for one of the unopened bottles—mint blossom extract, its sharp, tingling cool scent wafting up as he squirted a few drops into his palm.