The room glowed with a reddish-pink haze, the light spilling, painting our naked skin in warm, flushed tones. The steel cage stood between us, a cold, unyielding barrier separating Lyra and Afa as they gripped the bars, their naked bodies filled with anticipation.
I stood behind Lyra, my chest pressed against her back, my hands roaming on her boobs. Alaric just like me behind Afa, his red aura pulsing faintly, a silent challenge in the air. The four of us were completely exposed, the heat of our bodies mingling with the electric tension in the room.
I leaned in close, my lips brushing Lyra's ear, my voice a low whisper. "Hey, babe… can you feel the heat?" My fingers slid between her thighs from behind, teasing her slick folds, slow and deliberate. My other hand cupped her soft tits, squeezing gently, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us.
