Viktor's hand moved with deliberate slowness as Olivia stared, transfixed by the obscene display before her. His fingers traced up Elara's side, making the pink-haired succubus shiver, before cupping her modest breast through her dress.
"Ahhn~" Elara whimpered softly, her pink tail curling tighter around Viktor's thigh.
His other hand mirrored the movement on Bella's side, the cat-girl pressing herself into his touch with a purr. Viktor's fingers found their nipples simultaneously, pinching through the fabric.
"Mmm~" Bella mewled, her silver ears flattening with pleasure.
Viktor twisted both nipples hard, pulling the fabric taut, making both women gasp and arch into his grip. All while Mira and Helena continued their worship below, tongues working his still-hard shaft in perfect tandem.
His dark eyes never left Olivia's face. Watching her. Reading her. Drinking in every expression that crossed her features—shock, confusion, arousal, denial.
