But soon, it deepened—his tongue slipping inside to tangle with hers, drawing out a wet, heated exchange. The quiet slurping of their kiss filled the room, blending with the soft sounds of movement.
No one stopped Luke. After all, Zhane had just explained that he was helping Hera redirect her attention so she wouldn't feel as much pain. By that logic, Luke was simply doing the same thing.
As Zhane continued applying the ointment, a sudden sense of déjà vu washed over him. This scene… he had seen it before. Right—back when he had treated Hera the first time. But then, it had been Leo in Luke's place, kissing her just like this while Zhane put on the ointment.
Not wanting to be left out, the other two moved in as well. Dave reached for Hera's breast, his fingers kneading the soft mound before rolling her nipple between them, flicking and tugging just enough to make her squirm.
