Fina held Veyna's legs wide apart, her claws pressing into the soft flesh of her thighs as Allen knelt between them, his cock standing proud and ready. The tip glistened with Veyna's spit and his cum, a stark contrast to her trembling, dripping folds.
"Now, Veyna," Allen murmured, his voice dripping with mock tenderness as he ran the head of his cock along her slit, gathering the slickness there. "I want you to feel every inch. Don't hold back on those moans, okay? Your husband isn't here to hear them."
Veyna shook her head weakly, her face burning as her tail curled around her waist in a desperate attempt to shield herself. But Fina slapped it away with a sharp laugh.
"Don't be shy, sweetheart. Show us that perfect little pussy your husband gets all to himself—well, used to."
Before Veyna could respond, Allen pressed forward, his cock breaching her with a slow, deliberate thrust. Her gasp was sharp, her back arching off the furs as her walls stretched around him.
