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Azhara tilted her head, her dark hair sliding over her shoulder like a silken curtain. "Good?" she whispered, voice dripping with playful mischief.
Vel hesitated, then nodded, barely perceptible. Her cheeks were crimson, her throat tight.
Sha sat frozen, her hands clutched in her lap as she looked between them. Her antenna twitched uncontrollably, betraying the heat building in her chest.
"You two…" she whispered. "You really…"
Naaro leaned in closer to Sha again, her hungry eyes bright with curiosity and something more. "It feels nice," she said as a matter of fact. "It is warm. I like warm things."
Before Sha could respond, Naaro pressed her hand against her chest, soft and deliberate. Sha inhaled sharply, her body tensing, her four legs and tail / butt curling tightly around her waist.
"Ah… Naaro…" she whispered, a small, helpless tremor in her voice.
Naaro pulled back just enough to study her face. "See? You like warm things too."
