The air in the room thickened as Seraphine and Leraphine moved with quiet purpose.
Seraphine produced two silken blindfolds, her fingers brushing Liora's cheek as she tied one snugly over her eyes, while Leraphine mirrored the motion with Virael, her touch steady and cool.
Darkness swallowed their vision, heightening every sound—the rustle of fabric, the soft creak of the floor.
Seraphine's hands found Liora's sweater first, tugging it gently over her head, then peeling her trousers down her legs with a teasing slowness.
Liora stood bare, her petite frame trembling slightly—small, perky breasts with dusky nipples, a slender waist flaring into soft hips, and a faint dusting of freckles across her shoulders.
Her fluffy tail curled inward, brushing her thighs, and her cat ears flattened as a shy whimper escaped her lips.
Leraphine, meanwhile, stripped Virael with the same unhurried grace.
The gray tunic lifted away, revealing her lean, toned body—firm breasts with dark, peaked nipples, a taut stomach marked faintly by the lines of muscle, and long legs that gleamed in the dim light.
Her spiraled horns caught the shadows, and her skin carried a subtle warmth, unmarred by tension.
She stood calm, her breathing even, a stark contrast to Liora's nervous flutters.
Liora's whimpers grew louder, soft moans spilling out as Seraphine's fingers grazed her skin.
Virael tilted her head slightly, her voice cutting through the haze.
"You're fine, Liora. Safe hands."
Seraphine leaned close, her breath hot against Liora's ear.
"The best hands in the Velvet Abyss," she whispered, her tone a velvet promise that made Liora shiver.
The sisters guided them down next, their voices low and coaxing.
"On your knees," Leraphine said to Virael, her words steady, while Seraphine purred the same to Liora.
They sank to the floor on all fours, the cool wood pressing against their palms and knees.
"Crawl forward—slowly," Seraphine instructed, her voice curling around them like smoke.
They obeyed, Virael moving with a quiet confidence, Liora more hesitant, her tail swaying nervously.
After a few paces, Seraphine's command came again—"Stop"—and they froze, unknowingly positioned face-to-face, the space between them mere inches, though the blindfolds kept them oblivious.
Seraphine's fingers brushed Liora's lips, parting them gently, teasing the edges with a featherlight touch before slipping inside to play—stroking her tongue, tracing the curve of her mouth.
Leraphine did the same to Virael, her movements calm but no less sensual, her fingertips lingering as they explored.
Then came the double-headed dildo, smooth and faintly warm, its strawberry flavor bursting on their tongues as it slid between their lips—Liora on one end, Virael on the other.
Liora whimpered around it, the sound vibrating through the toy, and Virael's brows twitched—she knew now who shared the other side.
Liora, lost in her own flustered haze, couldn't sense Virael's steady presence, her moans muffled by the sweet intrusion.
The sisters stepped back, and a soft clink announced the oil—warm, slick, and faintly shimmering as they poured it into their palms.
Seraphine started with Liora, her hands gliding over her neck, thumbs brushing the nape before sliding along her shoulders.
The oil trickled down Liora's back in slow rivulets, following the curve of her spine as she knelt on all fours.
Seraphine's fingers spread it outward, coating her shoulder blades, then dipping lower to massage the small of her back, the warmth pooling just above her hips where her tail flicked nervously.
She worked it into Liora's sides, brushing the edges of her small, dangling breasts—her nipples hardening as the oil dripped beneath them—then swept down her trembling thighs, over her calves, and to her toes.
The slick sheen coated her skin, glistening in the dim light, and Seraphine's playful touch drew soft gasps, Liora's shyness unraveling with every stroke.
Leraphine mirrored her with Virael, her expression as neutral as Virael's own, her hands no less sensual despite their calm.
She began at Virael's neck, fingers smoothing the oil across her shoulders, letting it flow down her back in a warm cascade that traced the line of her spine.
On all fours, Virael's lean form held steady as the oil slid over her shoulder blades, pooling briefly at the dip of her lower back before Leraphine's hands guided it further—along her sides, grazing the undersides of her firm breasts where they hung, her nipples tightening under the fleeting touch.
The oil continued down her strong thighs, coating the backs of her knees and dripping to her toes, leaving her skin shimmering faintly, her spiraled horns catching the light above.
Leraphine's movements were smooth and unhurried, her quiet allure syncing with Virael's unshaken stillness.