The office was a vacuum of thick, pressurized silence. Caelum stood over the trembling Professor Vespera, his hand still gripping her chin. With a thought, he pulsed his Gold Aether toward the door's runic lock, but he didn't just seal it—he sent a summoning vibration through the Academy's ley lines, a specific frequency only two women would recognize.
Minutes later, the side entrance clicked open. **Lyra** and **Seraphina** slipped inside. They didn't look surprised; they looked hungry.
"You called for us, Caelum?" Lyra whispered, her **teal eyes** glowing. She was dressed in her thin sleeping tunic, the fabric clinging to the **supple, rounded peaks of her breasts** and the **soft, sun-kissed curve of her stomach**.
"The Professor requires a visual aid for her studies," Caelum commanded, his voice like iron. "Strip. Show her what total saturation looks like."
Vespera watched, her breath hitching, as they discarded their clothes. **Seraphina's** Magenta Aether hummed as she stood naked—a goddess of **voluptuous power**. Her **heavy, dark-nippled breasts** swayed with every step, and her **wide, hourglass hips** led down to **thick, powerful thighs** that looked capable of crushing a man's waist.
Caelum didn't wait. He pulled Lyra onto the desk, her **pert, firm buttocks** sliding against the polished mahogany. As he entered her, the sound was a sharp, wet *slap*. Lyra's head tossed back, her **messy reddish-brown hair** fanning out as her body went rigid.
The intercourse was raw and rhythmic. Vespera watched, mesmerized, as the **wet, rhythmic clapping of Lyra's butt cheeks** echoed in the small office. Lyra was a mess of teal light and sweat, her **breasts bouncing wildly** with every thrust. Beside them, Seraphina knelt, her **plush, heavy breasts** spilling into her hands as she used her own fingers to prepare herself, her **round, wet seat** twitching in anticipation.
"Look at them, Vespera," Caelum growled over Lyra's ecstatic whimpers. "This is the result of perfect alchemy. Total surrender. Total ecstasy."
Lyra's core reached its limit first. She let out a high-pitched scream, her **toes curling** as her teal Aether exploded, coating Caelum and the desk in a shimmering, fragrant mist. Caelum immediately pulled her off and moved to Seraphina, who was already leaking a thick, magenta nectar. He drove into her from behind, his hands gripping her **heavy, swinging breasts** as he hammered into her **deep, wet core**. The sound of their bodies meeting was a constant, squelching roar of pleasure that filled the room, leaving Vespera's mind reeling.